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Sep. 16th, 2009 11:15 amWe have finally moved in. There is junk everywhere and stuff keeps randomly breaking, but we are here. My inlaws have kindly taken Josh almost every day for the last couple weeks. There were a few days last week where I had him all day plus was trying to move stuff out of the old place, unpack, organize, etc. It was not fun! But I find that when he's gone I waste more time. Like by writing here. I should go upstairs and unpack some more...later.
It's lovely here, to be able to sit on our front steps and enjoy the morning, or eat watermelon on the back porch, or run around the yard having fun and not worry about the noise. It's a quiet neighborhood. I'm looking forward to making the house my own. I'm having a hard time sleeping, but I think it's because of the heat and my new pillow, which is too firm. I wish I could test run pillows before I buy them.
Josh still thinks we're going back to the old apartment which makes me sad for him. He keeps saying he doesn't like it here but I don't know if that's true or if he's just confused. I feel bad. I hope he
Well. Apparently I wrote that quite a while ago and saved the draft. I don't know what was going to say.
The house is wonderful. But, because I cannot live life without having one crisis or another, the husband is unhappy. "Miserable" is how he put it actually. Apparently I don't want to talk to him enough or connect with him. To him I am a room mate. Except he gets to have sex with me. Where was that kind of room mate when I was in college? Oh wait. I had them. They were called "one night stands". Room mates who leave in the morning! Awesome! But I digress.
Yes. We have had problems since the beginning. He was right about that, even though I told him he was wrong. But I kept trying to tell myself, we're young, we'll grow out of it, we'll grow into being married and that bond will form on its own. I guess it didn't happen.
It just seems strange to me that I'm finally feeling comfortable and he has to up and be miserable. Is it me who attracts drama, or is it him?
I'm going to try my damndest to be better. I will let some things go. I will try not to let things get to me. But I am really already trying to be better. It's never good enough. Then again, neither is he.
It's lovely here, to be able to sit on our front steps and enjoy the morning, or eat watermelon on the back porch, or run around the yard having fun and not worry about the noise. It's a quiet neighborhood. I'm looking forward to making the house my own. I'm having a hard time sleeping, but I think it's because of the heat and my new pillow, which is too firm. I wish I could test run pillows before I buy them.
Josh still thinks we're going back to the old apartment which makes me sad for him. He keeps saying he doesn't like it here but I don't know if that's true or if he's just confused. I feel bad. I hope he
Well. Apparently I wrote that quite a while ago and saved the draft. I don't know what was going to say.
The house is wonderful. But, because I cannot live life without having one crisis or another, the husband is unhappy. "Miserable" is how he put it actually. Apparently I don't want to talk to him enough or connect with him. To him I am a room mate. Except he gets to have sex with me. Where was that kind of room mate when I was in college? Oh wait. I had them. They were called "one night stands". Room mates who leave in the morning! Awesome! But I digress.
Yes. We have had problems since the beginning. He was right about that, even though I told him he was wrong. But I kept trying to tell myself, we're young, we'll grow out of it, we'll grow into being married and that bond will form on its own. I guess it didn't happen.
It just seems strange to me that I'm finally feeling comfortable and he has to up and be miserable. Is it me who attracts drama, or is it him?
I'm going to try my damndest to be better. I will let some things go. I will try not to let things get to me. But I am really already trying to be better. It's never good enough. Then again, neither is he.
