bye bye black cloud...
ever since ‘the incident’ things have been off here- we’ve been having a hard time finding our groove again – it didn’t help that a couple days after the condom incident, ANOTHER incident occurred that I won’t bother going into detail about – which made me feel even worse
still we weren’t talking and things just felt like they were getting out of control… I think we’ve both being feeling disconnected for a while now, partly because we can barely sleep together anymore thanks to that devil bed of ours!! - it hurts my back so bad I haven’t been able to sleep in there for more than an hour or two at a clip for over a month!! I sleep in my recliner almost every night… most nights I can’t even be bothered trying to sleep in the bed
well that’s part of it – and part of it is just our own individual mental issues I guess
anyway… for the last several days we’ve both been pretty snippy with eachother – I convinced myself that he had some problem with us or maybe just me and he wasn’t telling me what it was for some reason… part of me wanted to hear what it was and part of me was sure if I heard it I’d be devastated somehow… like he didn’t love me anymore or something (I have a way of making everything about ME) I didn’t know what the heck was going on I just always assume the worst
but I knew if we didn’t find a way to talk about it (whatever IT was) things would keep spiraling out of control… I got pretty depressed and started shutting down – I stopped doing anything but the bare minimum around the house and found myself just kind of floating through the days not really aware of anything.
as you can see my last post was done on Thursday but I clearly THOUGHT it was Friday – I even SAID it was Friday!!
usually on Fridays I’m happy… the weekend is near and that means more time with my honey… I make extra sure that the house is in decent shape so that he can have a more relaxing weekend (who can relax in a pig sty?) and because I know I’ll be neglecting it over the weekend to spend time with him... usually by Monday the whole house looks like a tornado blew through it!!
I couldn’t even be bothered taking care of any of that though… I get like that when I get really depressed… I had kind of forgotten because it’s been a good 10 years since I’ve felt anything close to the way I’ve been feeling!! Which I guess I would describe as extremely lost and disconnected
I tried to get past it… every time I saw Sam I TRIED to start fresh because it seemed like every interaction we had quickly turned cold and ugly… who wants to be up to their eyeballs in cold and ugly feelings? it seems to me that the more times you wind up feeling cold and ugly the deeper you dig the hole – so my big idea was to avoid him altogether
usually I want to be with him all the time or as much as he’ll let me… I know we all need our space… I get PLENTY of free time so I tend to crowd him and not give him the space he needs sometimes – I know that and I try to not be that way, but it’s hard!!
anyway… I found myself wanting him to just do his own thing and I’d do mine and we could just be miserable in our own little corners – which made me feel even worse!! I KNOW that can only make things more difficult in the long run!! the first year of our marriage went that way for various reasons and it was MISERABLE!! we were extremely fortunate to find our way out of that hole and I didn’t want to have to try to dig back out of another year like that!!
although since we managed that I KNOW we can find a way to manage pretty much anything!!
anyway… over the last week I’ve tried to talk and it kept going nowhere… which added to me feeling like Sam was trying to avoid something – but what? in my head I was sure it was something awful that could possibly be the end of us and that’s why he couldn’t talk about it
but Saturday somehow by some miracle we got into a discussion – it was no different or better than any other talk we’ve had in the past, trying to hash out different issues we have… which usually consist of us venting frustrations and then coming to the conclusion that as long as we have eachother we can get through anything – things always do seem to work out for us one way or another *knock on wood*
the difference was that in the past I never really felt like we didn’t have eachother to begin with… this time I did because I thought the problem WAS US because it started getting so bad after the incidents
turns out that he’s just been on edge (he’s ALWAYS on edge) but the condom incident (and probably my reaction to it) made it worse… he didn’t know what to say about that (because there really wasn’t anything TO say) and over the course of the week or so he thought all I wanted to talk about was THAT… I had actually pretty well gotten over that within a day or two – right around when incident #2 took place – incident #2 REALLY made me feel like something was wrong with us –I don’t really know how to explain how it made me feel but it wasn’t good!!
when we talked on Saturday Sam told me he’s just been very stressed out by work and other stuff that has nothing to do with me – I guess he assumed I knew that since he’s always stressed out by these things – but I thought it must be something different because for some reason things were worse and getting worser and I guess I told myself it was something to do with me
THIS is why people need to talk… even when they don’t know what they’re talking about… on Saturday he didn’t think he was saying anything that hasn’t been said a million times… and he didn’t – everything he said has been said at least a million times… the difference this time was that by saying he’s stressed out by work and other stuff and not mentioning me or the incident or the other incident or us I realized I didn’t need to worry about me or us… nothing is different… he still loves me – we still have the same old stress and worries and yuck… he’s still a basket case… I’m still a basket case but at least we’re in the same basket!!
instantly I felt better… THIS I'm used to - THIS I can deal with… there’s nothing I can do to make him like his job his employers or coworkers or fix the other things that stress him out in life (mostly his hobbies believe it or not!!)
FYI for anyone else confused by this - hobbies are supposed to relieve stress not cause MORE stress!!
anway… like I said I instantly felt better – like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders… we could be our old fucked up selves again – instead of wanting to avoid him or hit him over the head with a frying pan I wanted to help him
the only way I CAN help him is to do my part… since I was feeling so lost and disconnected I shut down and stopped doing stuff around here… I walked around like a zombie, grumbling and actually consciously NOT doing things because I knew it would piss him off… probably in the hopes of MAYBE getting some reaction out of him
I don’t know if anyone understands but it’s just my nature to try to fix things – when there is extreme stress (like if someone dies or Sam is very late getting home and hasn’t called) I go into overdrive, cleaning and tidying
this stress was different though it made me sick with worry and kind of implode and collapse and just shut down – which only made him feel worse because every day he’d come home from his crappy job that he hates and instead of seeing a semi-clean house, and a warm meal, lovingly prepared by his smiling wife – he found me sitting on my ass not giving a shit
obviously this made his mood and attitude worse… apparently HE thought I didn’t love HIM anymore!!
(you’d think THAT would be something he’d want to discuss) but that’s another story I guess… one which I’ll never understand about men!! hehehe
anyway… hearing that what’s going on with him really had nothing to do with me just totally lifted the cloud that’s been hanging over my head… I started wanting to be a good little wifey again and take care of him the best I can…
when I told him this he laughed at me!! haaaa - he thinks it’s crazy that now that I know it’s not ME that I want to play little miss fix it... but knowing that he’s THAT stress out makes me want to take care of him all that much more… I think that’s normal!! I mean I KNOW I can’t FIX his problems but I can make things more bearable… at least I hope I can!!
that’s kinda just what I do…
so now at least I’M feeling better even though he doesn’t seem to be – at least we’re not bickering and shooting fire out our eyes at eachother anymore - and at least I feel more like I can start doing my part around here!!
after seeing that psycho on Dr. Phil last week who gave himself real incisions to make his wife THINK he’d had a vasectomy (can you believe that freak!?!?!) so he could try to get her pregnant because 'in the past having a baby always saved their marriage' huh?!!! how many times has your marriage needed SAVING and HOW on earth have babies helped??!! I think what he meant to say was that in the past having a baby made her not leave his sorry ass and he was hoping to trap her there again!! - but I digress... I’ve decided to cut Sam some major slack for the condom incident… it really wasn’t THAT big a deal in the grand scheme of things – not that he damn well better NOT do it again!! haaaa
anyway I guess I’m just rambling here and repeating myself and probably not making much sense… I just wanted to say that I’m feeling pretty well back to my normal, terrible old self and I’m eager to make an effort to get our home back in order!! and it’s Monday *checking the calendar* yup it IS Monday - it’s straighten up from the weekend and get some laundry done, day… so I’m off…
oh yeah I forgot to mention the very yummy sex which left us both so wiped out I fell asleep with my face smooshed in the pillow and my ass in the air and he fell asleep all twisted up with his stupid yucky condom still on...
GROSS!! I swear I'm about ready to start up a collection for that damn vasectomy!!




























