Thanks for stopping by. I appreciate the reference on the books. I will look around for those. I don't think my husband enjoys needling me... I really think it's a survival instinct. Since he came from a family where a child might get slapped for dropping a fork, I think he resorts to any means available to avoid having the focus on his own wrong actions. Needling me gets the reaction that allows him to point out my error instead of his. His whole family has hangups about everything being perfect. My H is the one who is closest to normal, but it still shines through with the hypercritical attitutude and the lecturing on my "mistakes" and the revisionist history, etc. It must be tough to have to be right all of the time. At least he seems to understand that the pressure to be perfect is really tough to live with... even if he doesn't think he pressures me to be perfect. [rolls eyes]
We had a lazy weekend. Mostly, we sat on the couch watching movies. Last night we went to a birthday party for a friend. Tonight we've got Italian conversation group. H is cooking dinner and I've got to get back to doing some graphic designs. Ciao! --z
Hadn't heard anything from H recently about his moving home, so I asked for some clarification last night. I asked him if he was still undecided or if he was waiting on something from me. He said that we had stopped talking about the issue. I asked, "Which issue?" He said the issue of where to put our belongings, in particular his bed. We discussed it for a few minutes; and I determined to ask my sister to store it.
I asked him if there was anything else. He said that all he needs to do is empty out the middle room and start bringing stuff over. So I guess the decision has been made.
Today I realized that tomorrow is the fifth anniversary of our first date. We made eyes at each other for a little bit, but of course H started getting down, because we "still don't have 'it' figured out." No convincing Mr. Pessimist.
Tomorrow I'm leaving H alone to take one of my best friends out to the Flint Hills for a girls' overnight at the farm. She wants to get photographs of the prairie to use for making pastels. Hopefully she'll be up to a little walking (although I'd rather 'hike' than walk). I'm taking some of my fabulous pasta sauce so we can make dinner for Gram. I think it will be quiet and relaxing.
Z-Does anybody ever "figure it out" and what exactly is "it?" I'm glad he at least figured out that he is coming home. Don't try to convince him...you know where that gets you....
What I would give for a nice day at the farm, or cabin or whereever! Enjoy yourself!
Hello, all! Whew, we had a busy week at work getting ready for this week, which is an incredibly busy week. I am exhausted and it's only day two. (My work week started on Sunday this week.) In a way it's nice to be busy, but I really am tired.
He's been acting down and annoyed lately. I suppose that it's because my work schedule has been like the bad ole' days. I come home, collapse on the couch and have no energy to talk, much less take an interest in anything at home. I initiated a talk about it by asking him if he really wanted to move home. Of course, he had to say "I just think it's the right thing to do." That made me feel special... not!
We talked a bit about how we still haven't resolved anything, and I still didn't get a specific answer on what exactly needs to be resolved. He said we're just different. I talked about being complementary and the strength of having differences. I even told him that soul mates have differences too. He wouldn't believe me, so I finally unloaded my deepest darkest secret... that I've been keeping from him for years. I know about soul mates, because my late H had been mine. He didn't get as upset as I thought he would at this revelation. He accepted that soul mates must be very rare, but didn't seem to want to believe that I had had one. I told him I couldn't explain how I knew, but I knew, both my late-H and I knew.
The conversation changed when I told him that I truly wished he could meet his soul mate. He said that it would be awkward to meet his soul mate when he was married to me. I just said that if he met his soul mate he'd just have to not be married to me. From there things got mushy... essentially we talked about how much we love each other and how fortunate we feel to have each other. It was really very sweet. We held each other for a long time. He said I was the best thing that had ever happened to him. I told him that I felt like I was a better person for knowing him. You get the gist.
He got more specific about his move late last night, and asked if I could collect boxes for him. He doesn't know I've been saving them for him for weeks. Ciao! --z
Z--I have been wondering where you have been and was coming to ask and lo and behold there was an update.
It seems things are a bit shaky for you right now, I don't think I could tell my H that I hopes he meets his soulmate. I don't know if he is my soulmate (maybe I'm not too sure if I really believe in soulmates) but I do feel we are meant to be together.
Set some goals for yourself now that he is moving home, I would like to see them because I am kind of struggling with that.
Good morning all! Just a wedding anniversary update... H and I are out to dinner and a posh hotel, where we intend to watch our favorite television show. Have a good one! --z
Have a great time! Posh hotel to watch TV??? Yeah, right!
Thanks for the visit on my thread...I needed a good whack! I don't have stop snooping as a goal because I don't think I would acheive it at this point!
Enjoy yourself!
