Side Note:

Side Note:
For those who haven't figured it out, or haven't been here: The titles of most of the blogs here are song lyrics. If you google them, it should take you to the song and the song is good to listen to before, during, or after reading to help set the tone of the blog. I find music to be very cohesive with reading and writing.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Welcome To The Jungle...

Life is not a box of chocolates, Forrest Gump. Oh no. No, it is not. Not unless these chocolates chocolate covered insects. This definitely feels more like I'm going in expecting a delicious nougat-y treat but end up biting into a grasshopper.
It's been one of those weeks. I turned my World of Warcraft account back on recently, which is nice because it amuses me in that I have a game to play, things to do and more importantly I get some socialization outside of my little world here at Fort Awesome. Most of the people I used to talk to have moved on or don't play often, but thanks to the RealID system they find me on the rare occasions they are on and since most of them know myself as well as dear hubby, they now check on me. I'll get the random 2:00 or 3:00 AM call or text that says "Hey, Fae. How are you doing?" or "Hey! Just wanted to say hi!"  Then again, the random "LAWLIMSODRUNKRITENAO" also slips through, but even those make me laugh. That was the upturn to my week, that and Claryssa, aka Preggers, is back from Delaware.
The downturn comes in the lack of talking to dear hubby this week and the few times we did turning sour. Its hard to have the person you're most close seem so distant and so angry the majority of the time. And stressed. Distance and inability to speak as we'd like makes it hard to give the comforting words, and when his frustration comes out on me, I find mine shooting right back and I have to bite my tongue. I know he is an indescribably and unimaginably stressful situation, but it feels nauseating that that constantly gets to be an excuse to take those feelings out on me. I'm supposed to be the one who helps him move past those feelings, not the one he catches in his cross-hairs.
I wish I had a time machine.


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