Happy New Year to all. BR is sitting remembering past New Years. Last night was different from the past in our house. Normally, our place would be the spot where you could come act eat, drink and be merry as long as you turn in your keys. We would party up till midnight, some of us would go to fire our guns or fireworks like true pagans to scare away the demons for the year. We would then go back in and pop the corks. After things settle down, the movies would begin and run until everyone is sleep/passed out. BR would drag out of bed and cook his New Years Day brunch and finally send folks on there way. BR and W would be a little hung over looking at the mess to clean up. These are great memories.
This year, it was different. W decided she didn't want to celebrate in the house. "It wouldn't feel right." She did stay home. BR feels dumb because he was played. W's plans were with a female. In fact, a friend suggested the W may be telling the truth about her "friend." I don't know about that one. I do know that she seems to talk to him or other friends a lot right after we have some type of major interaction such as the time I sent her the erotic fiction story the featured her with a different name. My friend "thinks" it's possible she raps to him to get another guy's point of view. Who knows?
Yesterday, W let's me in on major stuff going on with her family. It started a couple days ago right before she got crappy with me. I felt bad when she was telling me and wanted to hold her. I rubbed her back but held off on the hug. I should have done it but she was sitting down the whole time. I noticed last night after the stroke of 12 when she woke up, she was crying. I don't know if that has anything to do with our sith or not. W is still sleep and has been most of the day. Normally on this day, I would chalk it up to the night before.
But, my cousin pointed out something I didn't hink of. All this sleep is prime depression symptom. Duh! I knew that but forgot that. I thought most of it was because of the second job but to sleep the entire day like on Christmas is way out of wack. I believe if we could address her depression and get her back on her meds, she would lose the dome and gloom we can't fix this thing attitude. The book just touches on this subject. Any ideas on getting her back on her meds? I was thinking of approaching a friend of hers who I don't think knows she went cold turkey on her depression meds shortly before we went bad.
In looking back at the previous post, I think W was trying to keep me guessing about what she was doing. She wanted to make me wonder who she was going out with and she was a success. I shouldn't have been pulled into that game although she doesn't know how far I was in. She hasn't commented on my new look e.g. the ear ring and such but I'm sure she noticed.
Well W is stirring awake and I need to find something to cook up for dinner.
