HOLY! I'm a little embarrassed to have folks go back and read through my threads. It is a chronicle of the hardest time of my life and I was an emotional wreak! Still...that was my story and the process I went through to get where we are now, so I can't regret any of it.
At the very least, my story is good for a couple belly laughs!
Update: Wolfie has been rather a grump lately. I know he's burned out at work and has actively been applying for other jobs. Even if he has to piece 2 part-time jobs together, it will be worth it to me so that he'll no longer be working with the BUTT-UGLY one!
Anyway, this weekend, he was really irritable. I found myself getting a bit worked up. I think the thing that struck me most was how low a tolerance for frustration he has and how his tizzies looked very childish to me! I still worry when I see him getting depressed or bitchy that his train has jumped the tracks again and we are heading for one of two scenarios: 1. He will have another A and leave me. 2. He will have another A and I will end this R because I'm NOT going through that crap again.
So....I had to take a few deep breaths, tell myself that it is HIS stuff NOT mine and I have no control over how he behaves, but I have a right not to get sucked into his grumps and let it ruin my day. I just went off an enjoyed all the flowers blooming in the garden. Eventually, he noticed I was gone and came out to find me. I told him that I was escaping from his irritable male menopausal mood, which got him laughing and lightened him up a bit.
Not much else to tell except we're continuing with all of the wedding planning.
