I totally feel like leftover dog poo that’s been stepped on and squished. And here’s what sucks the most: when PeterBella comes to visit today, I have to pretty much not hold him at all because I don’t want to give him my cold. Dammit. I haz a sad. I had to suck on cough drops all night just to make it through without coughing my head off. Usually, I get one cold a year so I probably shouldn’t complain (but sometimes I still do – life’s been good to me so far. (/joe walsh)).
Duty was a total sweetie yesterday and we cleaned the kitchen together (well, he did most of it, I’ll admit that). We’ve been married ten years (in September) and together for eleven and I’ve struggled to be a ‘couple’ because I’m used to just being on my own. I don’t like to ask for help – like my mother before me, I’d rather stew with resentment that no one offered – and I don’t overly like people in my space. In many ways, Duty is a good match because he’s very independent, also doesn’t like asking for help (from me) and mostly content on his own. Over the past year or so, I have learned how to open up (a bit) and allow him in (even if he does lecture me sometimes when I do) and while it’s still hard, I’m learning. Part of me envies those couples that are joined at the hip and the other part of me is totally grossed out by that. (Like those people who have email addresses with their husbands – what is wrong with you all? Email addresses are free. Get your own!)
Anyway, he was a help. YEY for Duty.
Wish me luck making it through the day. Maybe everyone will cut me some slack when I take a nap at the same time as Luke does, eh?
Happy J4, yo!
Remember, I'm a barren spinster who has never had a successful relationship, BUT I am more envious of couples like you two than I am the joined-at-the-hip variety. There's something so endearing and romantic about two people who are strong individually but come together at times, like intersecting circles.
I'm a big believer of tylenol, plus martini.