I would rather deal with my wife in a tornadic condition than deal with you.
She is dealing with pain of the lose. Right and during WAW@home stage I tried to address that. She said she was over it. I didn't believe her. I wanted to name them and I wanted to have a service. She didn't. For Christmas I bought her a journey necklace. Two white diamonds and three pink diamonds. She said there should be six. I said what are you talking about. She said the last one was a molar pregnancy. Yes I know. She said they were twins. I said they were not twins. I said to you yes a molar pregnacy may indicate twins but there is no scientific proof of that. It was just a blurb I read to you on the Internet. That doesn't mean they were twins. A molar pregnancy and a blighted ovum mean there was no baby. There was conception and then the conception stopped on the blighted ovum. The molar pregancy was most likely a genetic mishape that the DNA was not matching up correctly.
BTW she had three miscarriages. She had one before the kids. I not 100% sure but I believe the first one was a blighted ovum. It was a whirlwind heat flash, because I rushed to her the hospital at midnight because she was hemmoraging. I WAS ME THAT RUSHED HER TO THE HOSPITAL. I held her hand afterwords and said we are getting married soon.
Two, I was there for her. Maybe not in the way she needed it. But what am I suppose to do. On the second miscarriage. I saw the blighted ovum on the screen. I knew right away. On the third miscarriage. I went to the doctors with her. I went and held her hand before the surgery. I was there after. I was there. I WAS THERE! I took care of her when she came home.
During the first delivery of our daughter. I was there in the hospital. I took care of her and the baby while she was recovering from the C section. I WAS THERE! I bathed her. IT WAS ME.
I WAS THERE FOR EVERYTHING FOR HER. However she continues to say I wasn't.
I'm not praying the rosary at her either. It is a way of me showing to my kids that I go to God.
Yes there was lightning. No I'm not Moses.
IT'S ALL BS... Maybe she still is grieving. Maybe it didn't help that her sister had a baby right around Thanksgiving. That is when the bomb dropped.
Please get a clue. Stop disecting my threads, because you don't know what you are talking about either.
Or, if she is grieving, then why can't see come to me. No I was constantly pushed away. Constantly. Do you need anything dear. No, I'm fine. Ok, I'm here for you. Continue to work on the castle she wanted. Hour later, do you need anything. She would snap and say, STOP ASKING ME IF I NEED ANYTHING!
Astimegoeson, The pirate ship theme is mine. Ok just kidding.
AmyC, stop making excuses and do the intervention. Family. Your kids. You. Your parents. Forget about the morons he drinks with he will not listen to them.
This house is almost clean damn near took me three hours to do everything.
Slapping them down! 100, 200! AnD I can see those Fighter Planes!
