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Jun. 7th, 2013 09:58 amSo, my husband has officially joined twitter. I mean, he "joined" years ago but never tweeted or read anything and now he's there and he's all commenting on my tweets and stuff, and I'm like welp, that's another safe place gone. I have family on facebook and now my husband has joined twitter. So now I have to think extra hard before I post anything anywhere. I mean, I tried to limit my bitching about my husband to DM's anyway but now I can't even make an offhand snarky comment to my followers about how he doesn't listen without getting shit for it later.
So guess who gets to read it now. Did I mention I love you guys?
Speaking of not listening, I have told my husband time and time again that my son and I have a routine set for the morning. We get up at 7 if we aren't up already, which we usually are. That way, we have time for my son to watch something while he eats breakfast. Then, he gets dressed and plays until the bus comes. We don't get two shows, we don't make him get dressed as soon as he gets up unless he wants to. Guess who was telling him to get dressed at 7:00 this morning when he woke up.
are things supposed to change if one person in the family refuses to give?
The therapist who called me back about a week ago and we scheduled an appt. for just my husband and me to go in and fill out paperwork. Oh joy! It's going to be really hard for me to give this a try when I feel like I've constantly got one foot out the door already. I am just so sick of trying and feeling like I'm back at square one every time my husband "forgets" something I've told him. It's like I tell my son, it's not "forgetting" if you're just not listening.
I had a crazy urge to write yesterday so I tacked on a very short passage to my Joey fanfic which has been abandoned for so long. I don't know why but I always write Joey as this wounded, tortured, sensitive, angry soul who goes from yelling to crying in 5 seconds. I guess I'm longing for some passion in my own life so I write my fantasy lover that way. I want to write this torrid, passionate love scene or at least a good argument scene with hot make up sex afterward but for heaven's sake, I just don't know how. I keep backing out whenever we get to a sex scene or a good argument scene.
How
I think as far as writing goes, I have a lot more knowledge about parenting and depression (and how the two affect each other) than I do about being in a sexual relationship with a celebrity. Maybe I should stick to what I know!
