4Today was the first day in 2009 that I’ve felt like I will be ok; that we will be ok. Last night was a doozy, more of the same was rehashed and we went to bed not really speaking. He went to bed early around 9ish. I stayed up playing scrabble with a friend online, watching Tremors (yummy Kevin Bacon in that one), and I signed up for e-counselling through a program offered by my work. I’ve never tried it that method before but it seems convenient so we will see.
This morning we woke up. We both said sorry to each other. J said we will work things through, no matter what my decision is. I told him about signing up for e-counselling and he told me he may try something on his own. Regardless we both woke up with the desire to change and get through this.
But I wanted to write here that J is a good person, despite all the crap that he’s thrown at me in the last week. I don’t want S to come by here one day when she’s older and think, “man my daddy is a real ass”. Because he’s not. We all say horrible, terrible things when we’re angry. I think the important thing is that he recognizes what he said was wrong and knows how much it hurt. He does. So that’s all. Just a little blurb about someone who is not a monster. A person who just got thrown a major curveball by me and lost his cool. He’s still ok.
We will be ok.
Oh yeah I just wanted to throw this one out there on a completely different topic; why is it when you go into a store, after Xmas that has 99% of it’s items on sale, to return something your daughter ends up picking the one thing that is NOT on sale. $34.99 for 4 rubber miniature Disney princess that you can change their outfits is a complete rip off. It is what it is.
You didn’t have to explain to me that your hubs isn’t a monster. I am fully aware that we all behave and say things we aren’t proud of or that hurt others…we are all human, we all make mistakes. I can see his side too, what would we all say if you were the one who wanted another child and he didn’t?
I assumed that he was speaking out of desperation/frustration, although I am not excusing it. I’m glad that you are both sort-of on the same page now.
And I just assumed he was “okay” because you are in a relationship with him. You have been nothing but respectful of him and his privacy in your posts.
Those rubber princesses are the worst. Their hands bend, have you noticed yet? And the shoes are really really hard to get on those impossibly tiny feet.
Marriage is hard work. I think you’re a smart person who wouldn’t be with someone who is an ass.
What is that song?
I Never Promised You a Rose Garden?
Bloody hard thorny work this relationship stuff.