You know, Gud, I just feel like at this point she's trying to sabotage the marriage. She won't end it herself (though she wants to), and if she can't drive you away by being unceasingly critical then she's going to cause a crisis to precipitate the end.
Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
But Teppy, Shroedinger put his cat in a box, not a cave.
I'm a Schroedinger's Teppy, not a Schroedinger's cat. I'm not small enough to fit in a box. Silly Jess.
I think I shall go make a cave out of my down comforter and maybe my alarm won't go off until June.
I'm not small enough to fit in a box.
Boxes come in all sizes.
I'm sorry, Gud. Your wife is exasperating me. I should hold my tongue.
Gud, I really don't get that.
Steph -- thing is, bears don't get to wear cherry print dresses. It's a huge tradeoff. I'd love to find a cave too (obviously, not the same one, since it defeats the point of the whole thing) but I'm too terribly attached to what's causing my problem.
Adulthood -- it's not for kids.
It's really not, is it?
Want to yell unprintable things at Mrs. G. Huh?!Worrying about money drives me insane in ways I can't tolerate. Tep, I hope you feel better soon.
I think I shall go make a cave out of my down comforter and maybe my alarm won't go off until June.
I hear they've made wonderful advances in unpluggability these days.
I'm not small enough to fit in a box.
Boxes come in all sizes.
Cool. Send me a Teppy-sized box and I'm good.
Steph -- thing is, bears don't get to wear cherry print dresses.
Maybe not, but *I* don't want to be the person who has to tell the bear that.
I'd love to find a cave too (obviously, not the same one, since it defeats the point of the whole thing) but I'm too terribly attached to what's causing my problem.
If people just stopped *needing* things from me, there'd be no problem. But they do, so my response is clear: run away.
I have been a long time believer that what separates adults from children is desperately WANTING a nap, and desperately NEEDING a nap.
Gud, I really don't get that.
I don't really get that either. I do get to deal with it though. Okay, I've got my important bills lined up and looking through the bank account activity it looks like she at least called in payments for the mortgage and the car.
On the plus side, if I'm handling the money maybe I can figure out the mystery of why we're seemingly always sort on money when the car payment plus mortgage is only 1/4 of my net income.