All great truths begin as blasphemies.
George Bernard Shaw
Mood:
pissed off
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I may, however, at some point, put something here. Some day. Eventually. No pressure.
futility
It's a good thing I don't own a gun.
I don't handle my anger very well. Anger and frustration and impatience and PMS. Not a good combination and not one I'm apt to deal with proficiently.
My kids frustrate me but that's their job, I think I can deal with it. They just need to stay the hell out of my way for the next few hours or so. Not too difficult for them as they're going to bed in a half hour.
My husband. Well. *ahem* I can't bring myself to be too critical because I don't know if it's him or if it's my hormones. Judging from how much I've teared up today and I'm not a crier by nature.. I'd say hormones. But he still behaved poorly. I'll leave it at that.
Dealing with issues of loneliness. Aloneness. Not dealing well, truth be told. Do what you gotta do though, right? I'll survive. I think.
Two cups of green tea later and I've calmed down. Toast with raspberry jam helped quite a bit too. I just may be able to sleep tonight.
He won't be home until tomorrow. Even that is a maybe. I'm still tender at the thought, but I've at least stopped tearing up every 5 minutes. I really have to put a foot down on my passive aggressive tendencies sometimes, but in all fairness my passive aggressiveness feeds well with his martyr complex. We're lovely dysfunctional in tandem. Yeah, we'll be married for ever.
.dar.
I don't handle my anger very well. Anger and frustration and impatience and PMS. Not a good combination and not one I'm apt to deal with proficiently.
My kids frustrate me but that's their job, I think I can deal with it. They just need to stay the hell out of my way for the next few hours or so. Not too difficult for them as they're going to bed in a half hour.
My husband. Well. *ahem* I can't bring myself to be too critical because I don't know if it's him or if it's my hormones. Judging from how much I've teared up today and I'm not a crier by nature.. I'd say hormones. But he still behaved poorly. I'll leave it at that.
Dealing with issues of loneliness. Aloneness. Not dealing well, truth be told. Do what you gotta do though, right? I'll survive. I think.
Two cups of green tea later and I've calmed down. Toast with raspberry jam helped quite a bit too. I just may be able to sleep tonight.
He won't be home until tomorrow. Even that is a maybe. I'm still tender at the thought, but I've at least stopped tearing up every 5 minutes. I really have to put a foot down on my passive aggressive tendencies sometimes, but in all fairness my passive aggressiveness feeds well with his martyr complex. We're lovely dysfunctional in tandem. Yeah, we'll be married for ever.
.dar.
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