I'm going camping and fishing this weekend. I love to do that. Always did it with the wife, but what the heck, I'll go do it with a good friend I rarely get to see. Can't be sad when your out in the fresh air on a beautiful lake spending time with a good childhood friend.
Well, things can turn grim rather quickly, can't they. I've been packing for my trip and every little thing reminds me of great trips and great times we had as a couple. No matter what she says now, we had so many wonderful times together. Not that there weren't problems, but it's just plain not true that she was always unhappy. Why doesn't she see it?
Odd, how packing for a trip which I am sure will be fun and I've been looking forward to for a while now can drag me down so low. I don't know if I've felt this bad since this whole thing started.
Why can't we just try, if not now, later? Just agree to try!
I guess my up-tempo post yesterday was just a facade after all. Because, boy, do I feel bad right now.
