Jen, that's tough. It's gotta hurt. But -- if it didn't hurt, you'd just be a cold bitch. And you aren't. I realize that's no consolation, but I think your reaction is entirely normal. Unfortunately, it's something you have to go through. (I can't remember how you feel about brackets, so I'll just make some soothing gestures East-ward.)
Or people who honk at cars that don't turn right on red fast enough.
Oh that drives me batty! Turning right on red is optional! Optional! And when I get beeped at I will sit there until the light turns green and wave happily at the beeper. I'm a brat that way.
I am the person who beeps. I'm a total impatient-pants driver.
Jesus Jen, that sucks.
And echoing what Hec said. Also, he may be jumping into the condo purchase because he hasn't made as many positive changes.
Sounds nice...although men usually call me stuff like "challenging" and "Intense" rather than comforting. But you find my bitter sexy so...
I just didn't wanna make a twunt of myself...and, ok, I'm over that joke, now.
I guess it just feels like one more nail in the coffin.
Edited to add my thanks for the soothing gestures and brackets.
Well, yeah.
I think you'd be weird if it didn't.
{{{Jen}}} You never know what will sock you in the gut. I was married for 13 years, and I could never convince my husband to take a vacation. About four years after the divorce, he mentioned on the phone that he had gone rafting on the Colorado, something that we had talked about. I completely lost it, and it was like all the anger I had in me from the divorce hit me in one blow.
May the surgery be really successful, Connie.
I guess it just feels like one more nail in the coffin.
I thought the coffin was already in the ground. That part of your life is over, it is true. And you will occasionally stumble across an emotional landmine. But they're just emotional landmines. Things which bring up the loss. They're random and they don't have too much to do with some linear timeline of "getting over it" or moving on.
(((Connie, ChiKat, Jen)))
I hate people who beep at others for following, or trying to follow, the rules.
thinks about Egyptian traffic. laughs and laughs and laughs and laughs.
Over here the rules of the road are:
- try to avoid squishing people. beeping helps with this;
- beep to tell people you're there, because they probably won't be looking/will not have any mirrors/will have decided to fill their back window with strange and tacky objects;
- beep to tell people you're coming past them (on the right or the left or over or under or however the hell you can manage) ;
- God is responsible for your safety. You are not. (This includes the safety of your children. By all means, chat on the phone while overtaking a large truck and bouncing your infant son on your lap, neither of you wearing seatbelts. God will be your airbag. Beeping will amuse your infant son.)
