"where I get my X back". I'm running out of space on this thread and not having a whole lot of success.

Anyway, I think that my X is having a difficult time of it. She was passed over for a job she wanted and still doesn't have a full time one lined up. There is another one vacated by the person that took the job she wanted, but it's probably not exactly what she wanted.

This segues into my update. She called several times yesterday. Both just for little favors, but contact nonetheless. I called her later to ask if she did get concert tickets (that was part of the favor) and also if she got the job. I just left it on the answering machine. She didn't call back. So naturally I called her this morning (being the dope I am). She said she had dropped off her kids, went to the gym, and then got drunk. Smashed actually. By herself. My suspicion is that she was trying to drown some sadness or something. Although maybe she just got wasted by herself for fun....although that isn't like her. I asked if she got tickets and we talked about that for quite a bit. I wish I was a better listener. The words were pouring out of her like she just needed to speak. You know, I've heard the average person listens for only 17 seconds before they break in to speak. I'm going to time myself. Anyway, I did ask about the job. She didn't speak much...it was more like drawing it out of her. Oh well.

I'm getting to the end of the love languages book. I was amazed by the lady that was willing to do six months of just loving her husband when she at the moment felt hate for him. She did the H love language despite not feeling like it. I wish I had the opportunity to speak my X's love language but I'm not even sure what it is. It might be quality time.

Well that's all for now. Just typing to hear myself think. Hope you all have a great day. You know what? Life is good.


In the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.
Abraham Lincoln

It is hard to fail, but it is worse never to have tried to succeed.
Theodore Roosevelt