Emotionally, I've been raw. I've been having one melt-down a day. Lack of excercize and not being able to just go for a walk outside the house is getting me all tense and stressed. It seems the only release is crying.
I get sentimental all too easily. I was reading an article about John and Elizabeth Edwards and how they are campaigning together while she has terminal cancer. They are taking their kids out of school for the year and hiring tutors and taking them with them on the campaign. She wanted to give her kids a magical year. I started to weep.
I seem to cry alot for a man who is seemingly unable to have emotional intimacy with my wife (so she claims).
Your weekend sounds terrific. Very much a slice of small-town Americana. I could almost picture it.
Yoyo, I think we are all a little too predictable. My suggestions are just that, ways of me figuring out what I might do to shake things up a bit.
Please don't take them as judgements.
If there's anyone who needs a whack in the side of the head -- it's me.
I've had 17 months since my wife dropped the bomb to make the changes necessary -- and I don't think I've changed all that much.
17 months.
Why do I feel like I've failed?
I've been decent, faithful, predictable, kind and oh so nice.
