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.
What the aussie said.
I'm sorry, Gud, but your wife is extraordinarily unkind.
I don't remember anymore if we were taught to write Os and 0s differently, but it wouldn't surprise me at all. I do remember having special lined paper to learn with and that the height of some letters was higher than others, some letters that went under the line went farther under, etc. It was all very arcane and hard to remember without the lines on the paper. Fortunately, once you were done with one semester of all that, all they really cared about was if your writing was legible, not if it was correctly formed.
{{Gud}} As much get-through-it~ma as you can possible use.
The zero vs. O thing is crazy.
Also, I cannot imagine talking to any significant other multiple times a day, unless we were specifically planning an activity that evening or something.
Hi! I spent the weekend partying with Smonster, and her ruggers, and some drag kings! It was awesome!! Drinking, and ass-grabbing, a threesome proposition, lewd singing, hot drag kings, a girl changing my velcro shirt to say "Wanna Fuck" (not sure if she was asking, or thought that was my plan for the evening....)
{{{Gud}}}
Everything went well with meeting the apartment owner today. Except for the fact that she looks like she is about 22 and owns this place as well as her own home. Damn do I feel unaccomplished. The apartment is still great. We get the keys on the 14th. I booked the movers for the 29th. I also made a lot of calls to change over bills etc. So tired. How is everyone else?
Listen to billytea, please.
Bitch.
Wrod. She got out of her car and my jaw dropped.
I call DH in the morning to make sure he made it to work (sometimes this takes several calls), and again in the afternoon to cover logistics and make sure he's actually looked at the calendar, and won't be blind-sided by something we've had set up for weeks. This also may take several calls, because we have an open office, and if he decides something is my fault I just have to hang up. None of these calls takes very long.
