My S called me this morning. I am excited because I get the kids this weekend. There’s a really big park by my house and they have a free concert every Friday and the stage is right by a giant water fountain that all the kids play in, it should be a lot of fun. It’s bitter sweet because I always end up wondering what W is up to. (I need to stop that.)
I ended up having a phone conversation with W after I was done talking to S. She told me she wasn’t sure how much longer she could live in her apartment. I guess she doesn’t like it and there’s always problems with the neighbors, she really went into detail regarding her frustrations living in the apartment, I just validated. This type of conversation might seem very minor however I really like when she shares this kind of stuff with me. Even if it’s something that’s difficult for her. I miss my W so much!!!! Part of me wants to send her an email letting her know that I understand how tough living in the apartment is, because I know she doesn’t like it. I know smothering her with care and understanding probably isn’t necessary. Anyway, I know that’s not a good idea, so I will refrain.
BTW, sorry if all my posts come across as depressing. I probably wouldn’t be here if everything was one big ball of joy. You probably can’t tell but I am usually a very jovial and upbeat guy.
Why do people keep saying I’ve been given a gift, the gift of time? Sh!t, this doesn’t seem like a damn gift!!!! Is it because some couples go straight to divorce?
