Yay for gaming and winning at Splendor! One of my favorite games.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
askye, I am so proud of you for going to game night. Go, you, with your splendor winning self!
Cards Against Humanity was mentioned but declared not right for the group which I understand.
It was so neat to play games with more than one person.
Therapy game group sounds like a great idea. I wonder if that's something I can find.
There's a thread on Ravelry where a woman is describing her husband's forgetfulness and crankiness. He forgets where he's put things and blames her for moving them and dismisses her suggestions. This was Hubby before he got his low testosterone dealt with (well, someone of it was that he was just a butthead at times).
A lot of the respondents are saying "Oh, this is bordering on emotional abuse, you need to think about leaving him," so few of them are giving him the benefit of the doubt that he's scared and confused and doesn't know how to cope like this and that he's not a man who's OK with looking weak in front of the woman he loves.
I know I'm only seeing one side of this, and maybe buttheadedness is a large part of it. But I figure I'm only going to get piled on if I argue for overlooking the behavior for now. (I was told more than once I should leave Hubby for the way he occasionally treated me, and the person was not impressed when I said I knew why he did it and could cope with it. Triggers, lovely triggers)
Sorry for the triggers. I think a lot of how people from the outside view a person's relationship is absurdly skewed. To be all mememe I am sure this is why I see my step-dad so differently than my 3 sibs. They all had horrible disastrous short marriages while Mom and I both have had lengthy happy marriages. We do strike out at those closest to us when we are in pain, and people in long term relationships seem to get this more than others. Obviously, there are real damn good reasons why we tell loved ones they need to get the hell out, but sometimes we aren't seeing the whole picture.
askye, glad to hear you had a good day.
Connie, that sounds tough. Hard to judge a relationship from the outside.
BEHOLD MY ADULTING. Sorry for asscaps. Today I had a good therapy session and she lent me a book and suggested a workbook for us to go through. I took my first dose of Effexor, which made me loopy AF so I'm glad I started on a day off. I went and met with my mentor, and it looks like in a month or so I'm going to quit my current job and go work with him. It's going to be a challenge for me, but more flexibility and support. After four years I'm just worn out from the chaos and I've regressed in terms of my level and variety of responsibilities.
Ran a couple other errands, then came home and put away laundry and sorted paperwork. I updated my budget software, and as a reward bought myself a needed pair of casual sneakers (ADIDAS, going back to the 90s) and a plane ticket back to NC to see my sister and attend a rugby reunion.
And typing all this has made me realized I scheduled a hair appt and doc appt for a day when I'm scheduled to volunteer, but I have time to fix that.
Connie, I can see how that can hurt either way.
smonster, it's good to see you taking care of yourself and making plans to have a happier work life.
Smonster, self care is good and I'm glad you talked with your mentor.
My self care today was spending time with relatives, playing south two different adorable babies and visiting wonderful friends. I'm now at my bnb, pleasantly drink, waiting for my cousin to deliver my son from the airport tipi the bnb.
Smonster, I'm glad you have a chance to move into something better for you.
Marriages can look so different in different circumstances. My sister (8 years older than me) and I have very different pictures of our parents' marriage because a lot of stressors--and the ways they reacted to them--occurred after my sister had left for college, marriage, etc. It use to amuse and/or infuriate me how much they'd work to present as happy, together married people for her and how much they didn't (or tried and failed, I guess) for me. Epic passive aggression interspersed by the occasion outburst of yelling is what marriage looks like? Yeah, I'll pass, thanks.