A Really, Really Rough Spot: Where do I go now?

[Lyrael]

Well. I thought I would journal a bit about last night and this morning...

H and I talked some again last evening, shortly after he got home. I was scrapbooking when he got here, and the first thing he said to me was "well, it looks like you haven't done anything today!" I was less than thrilled about this comment, although I am sure many of you realize that my H occasionally has this ability to say the dumbest things, without specifically meaning to be rude, insensitive, etc. He then proceeded to plunk himself down at the computer, and ask me what was for dinner, and wwas I going to get garlic bread? This was the same garlic bread he forgot to get on the way home. So, we had a little talk. In the course of what was a pretty tough discussion he gently suggested that maybe my frustration was not only because he acted like a dufus, but also because of the time of the month (yes, he is a really brave boy) and the time of the year. He said he didn't feel as if he was treating me any differently than he had been, but he had noticed that I seemed down, and that some of the things I had been working so hard to keep up with (laundry, etc) I seemed to not care about. Basically he was trying to express concern for me. He said he was not sure if his own unhappiness was because of himself, or because of the difficulties we had been having. Then we hugged, and he made a few funny comments. I went down to the basement to sort the laundry and start a load or two.

Well, he surprised me by coming downstairs and putting the moves on me in the laundry room! That was fun, but we had to go back upstairs to keep an eye on the little guy (he was watching a movie in his room). He went and got some fast food for dinner (I was completely exhausted) for all of us, so we ate dinner, and hopped on our online game to play (we have two computers, so we can do this together, now. I stopped when I got tired, and took care of the few things I needed to before I went to bed.

Now, before I continue, I should mention that whenever I head off to bed and say "good night," things get really tense. H feels like I am pressing him to go to bed, I expect some big, hearty "good night" back from him, and it just always turned into an unpleasant situation. Weird how random things can turn into pet peeves. So anyway, last night I just quietly got ready for bed, and slipped off to our room without saying anything.

About ten minutes later, I heard him turn off lights and locking the door, and still just kind of enjoyed laying there and relaxing. When he got into bed, he started telling me about how much fun he was having installing floors at the house he and his brother were working on, bu tthat it really made him sore. He hasn't talked that much in a while! So I rubbed his back for a bit, listened to what he ahd to say, and then, well, there was . And again this morning, some seriously wonderful . So things are going better - I will let you guys know how it goes tonight!

Myrrh