H seems to be cycling thru a new phase now. Not quite alien but not the loving guy he was over the weekend. Now he seems a bit more stressed and if I can't go and have a few beers whenever I want that's no kind of life. In the next breath, where is my black vest, have you washed it yet, did you do my resume for the job bank, when are you going to do that, do I have to do it, I need plow statements, can you print those for me and do we have any envelopes? on and on and on. And that was only just this morning. I fell like I have a 10 year old child that was caught f'ing the stupid babysitter. Now I have to pick up the pieces.
Yes, I need to get back to center and find my strength. He needs to be supporting me. Not the other way around.
Most of us are about as happy as we make up our minds to be.
