Steph, I have been in the same place, that place where I am convinced that my DH, for all his wonderful qualities, cannot abide to see me during certain moments of my misery.
So I know those moments are real. And they hurt. But I know they don't erase the fact that he loves me and is there for me the vast majority of the time. And I just have to try and hold onto that truth--that he wants to be there for me even if he can't in that moment.
Anyway, I don't have a magic way to fix that feeling of hurt. I just wanted you to know that you aren't the only one who feels it.
Oh everyone. Hard day. Hugs to those who want them. Sympathetic long-distance love to those who don't.
I knew he had to have horns , connie. Best to him
I have a cousin who keeps using "passed" in her facebook statuses when she means "past".
There used to be a sign on hwy 78 near Otter Tail Lake in Minnesota. One resort there had a sign before and after the two turnoffs on the highway.
The back of the second one no matter which way you were going read "You have just past [name] resort!"
I managed not to stop in, but it was difficult.
Why stop in, djc? Can of spraypaint, easy-peasy.
He says that's where his horns were.
Continue to adore Connie's DH.
Steph, I hope today's better.
When I saw the bit about the horns my first though was "Vikings shed their horns like antlers?"
No work for TCG today because of the snow. He's trying to get the new to us snow blower to work.
I'm getting stuff done today. No panic attacks. Just glum. Edited a big article on suicide in the military (not cheerful, but really interesting in terms of statistics, like are the rates higher in deployed vs. never-deployed military, etc.). I would rather have gotten a butt article. (And Jesus, have they sent me some butt articles with horrific pictures. I didn't even know the human butt could DO that.)
Just did two (three?) days' worth of dishes. And I'm going to gird my loins and clean the fucking bathroom while I wait for a less gruesome article to wing its way to my computer.
