Just saying hello.

[prometheus]

--venting...don't know if it will help...can't hurt...

Well....i followed my wife around the house this evening, trying to continue a conversation(we talked briefly on the phone at my work this morning) about her move to separate. It is hard to talk about and i couldn't say anything. On my third attempt at approaching her, she asked why i was following her around looking all forlorn. I *was* upset, and probably could have tried harder to have a PMA. Hindsight sharpens as i type this!

Anyway, i left the area because i found myself becoming more upset by her question. That won't do! I sat on the lounge and talked to Son, 5. Presently, W came in and sat down. I could not help myself....i knew as the words were coming out of my mouth that i should be putting a sock in it....too late.

I said to my wife that i did not "know how she expected me to not feel abandoned. Abandoned and lonely. Because that is what forlorn means, and i think that you have come up with a very good word for how i am feeling."

You can all probably guess correctly the kind of poor reception that little outburst received. Crickets....scowling, silent, arms crossed, not amused. The only upside, and i am half joking when i say it, is that i felt a little bit better for having got it off my chest. I know that it was dumb thing to do. Must...stop...doing...that. I really want to try and take the high road where possible. Feeling hurt can sure make that challenging sometimes.