Time is of the essence when you’re hanging by a thread
And the answer to your questions won’t unravel in your head
When you’re staring at forever from the edge of life’s abyss
No one’s gonna tell you how it all came down to this
If you say different your a liar I’m just preachin’ to the choir
Thank you, one and all, for putting up with me on a semi-regular basis.
Things are, indeed, looking better (but Mir I’m still thinking about the lamp thing). Yesterday was incredibly productive, if you count spending half the day trying to re-engineer the Silverware Drawer from Hell productive.
Regarding my post about the other night? Um, yeah, I’ve got some things to work out, I guess. They’re all in my head. I’m seeing things, or maybe wanting to see things, that aren’t there. I’m worried over nothing.
And yes, I’ve started talking. Perhaps in a twisted, bloggy way, but my little rant the other night has opened up some communication. Before, during, and after our afternoon visit, my wife heard what I was saying and took my words just like they sounded, that I was fine meeting her old (really old, two and a half decades ago) boyfriend, that it was fun. Inside I was torn up because, as a rather sensitive penis-carrying human, well, I imagined I was seeing things. So I go blogging about it, and my bride is left with a huge WTF? response to see how torn up I had made myself.
I think my wife has summed it up pretty well in her response:
It wasn’t a competition between you in any way. I’m yours. Period. You’re my rock. My head belongs nestled into your shoulder. My home is with you, in your arms, listening to you snore, hearing you laugh at a joke.
Case closed. If I start ranting about this, again? Somebody please bitch slap me with a trout or something.
Ok?
Amen. Now go buy your wife some flowers — lord knows she deserves ’em for putting up with your foolish self. 😉
Your wife is obviously a wonderful woman.
Now, I’m going to buy a trout to put in the freezer, because I know (know!) how men are. :yes:
Okay, I’m on your side of the fence Ben. I know how it feels to feel the way you did – I’ve been worried and upset about the ex’s he never sees! It’s not about NOT trusting your spouse, it’s about having such low-self esteem that you can’t believe that they would choose, and stay with, you. At least, that’s what it is for me.
Although Flowers ALWAYS work – especially when they’re spontaneously purchased.
Awww… See you are an awesome guy and you have a great wife!