{{{Gud}}}

I talk to the GF all day long (via IM). I can't believe after constant communication for so many years we still have anything left to talk about. We are always, "So, what happened in the five minutes we were apart????"

Having a Day. I'm tired of people who don't communicate appropriately and then need help getting themselves out of a mess on a limited schedule. Grrrrr. Arrrrrgggh.

I was pretty sure the woman was spouting nonsense, but since it's been a long time since I learned to write and don't have any kids I thought I'd check.

Huh. Os and 0s both go counterclockwise in my world. I slash the zeros. Mom is insane.

{{Gud}} I got nothin' but wishes for strength and some resolution to your situation.

I'm not much of a phoner, but DH and I are constantly texting or IMing or e-mailing whenever we're apart. Or even when we are in the same house. Or the same room. Sometimes with content, sometimes without. There's a lot of pinging, just to make sure everything's okay and we both still exist, really.

La la la waiting for Natter 44 impatientcakes la la la

I'm with the counterclockwise and ITL group.

Just got back from the big whoo-ha senior dinner. Which, sadly, sucked; the food was really poorly done, and they used a common area as the space, so people took it even less seriously than they were perhaps inclined to before. I said my pledge, I ate my cheesecake, and got out of there.

They did unveil what they wanted the senior gift to be: a bronzed seal for the center quad with the sesquicentenial logo for it. It's our special 150th year graduation present thingie. Of course, I can't even pay off my term bill, so there's no way I'm dropping in a donation for the thing. But it did look nice.

Ok, Gud? The way you're getting treated sucks, and it's wrong, and it's going to sabotage anything your wife might seriously be expecting from you. Sure you no doubt have things you could be doing better, unless you got replaced in the night by a cyborg programmed solely for housework and snuggles, or by a penguin. (Penguins are the "Do that" bird.) But when do you ever hear about the things you do right? When do you ever hear anything that says "You can do this"? Or that you're worth it?

Is your therapist giving you anything in the way of support or tools to help you deal with the stress this places you under? Is she at all concerned at the effect this kind of emotional abuse has on you? Because as far as I can tell, this isn't expressing her feelings. It isn't airing problems. It's abuse, plain and simple.

Also I had a little breakthrough today, small but significant.

At the grocery store I ran into a couple I met at dance lessons, we chatted a bit and the guy asked if I was still dancing and/or why I stopped, and at first I froze. Because when people have asked me that before I've tried to figure out what to say, my first inclination is to blurt out the whole story. I'd mentioned this to my therapist before and she told me to say "I can't afford it" or "I don't have time". So after my 2 second freeze I said "I just can't afford it anymore." And they sympathized with that and said they'd cut down because of the cost.

After they walked away I thought "omigod! It worked! They just accepted it!" And then I told myself "of course! because they don't know anything about you except what you told them!" Which sounds really really really basic, but sometimes (okay, a lot of times) I can't really step outside myself and view me as other people do, so my thinking is a bit warped.

Some times two 0s love each other very much and pretty much slash themselves.