My man is worried about me. Just to let you know again this is how he feels about me.
He's a wonderful husband. He loves me. He writes songs about me.
But, he drives me crazy. Crazy mental. He is so mad at me. Mad that i have thrown this rock into our gently flowing lives. That i am stubborn. That i stay up late. That the way he wants to help me isn't the help i want.
I want softness and understanding. Love and empathy. Kisses on the forehead. Scratches on my back.
He is my better half. The part of me that keeps me going. That supports our family. The one with the biggest spazzes. The one who organizes softball.
Things are not as bad as they seem. It all takes time.
We don't have the money for blogher. Click on those ads won't you?
I'm rooming with jenijen.
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It’s a good thing you reminded me…
clicking I am -
I clicked on every ad on the page, hope that helps! I’m earning my BlogHer money writing for PayPerPost, but I don’t think that’s an option for you. Perhaps a fundraiser of some kind?
lucky me! will go click now
You don’t know me, and that is weird, but I’d share a room with ‘ya.
“I want softness and understanding. Love and empathy.”
Well, um, not to disagree with whatever his methods are, but those there methods that you mentioned are the ONLY methods that will work. Your problem isn’t that you’re a crackhead and stealing from people’s homes – that needs some tough love. Your problem is a mental health problem, and that doesn’t respond to tough love. It’s 3:15am as I write this…some of us like staying up late. It’s peaceful.
I look forward to seeing you again at BlogHer.
And thus, I will click!
thinking of you. we don’t have the money either, but would love to meet you.
hope things become easier soon