I wanted to mention something about being "cheerful." A lurker came on here (sorry, I can't remember her name) and suggested I start being the funny guy I was when the relationship was new. I made a big effort in that direction the weekend we went to St. Louis and I could tell that W appreciated it. I still find myself slipping into the darkness of resentment, anger, and the accompanying over-analysis, but I try to snap out of it and be the "Happy Hairdog" with whom she fell in love.
We had some arguments this week, but they are not like the knock-down drag-outs we've had in months past. There is something to being cheerful.
