Anger is no place for honesty

I started this long rambling thing on why Renee is mad at me, and how one should never bring the truth someone doesn’t want to hear into an argument.

For that matter, I should learn to just keep my mouth shut. But I didn’t, and now I have no idea where Renee is, and have been told that I’m working from CH next week if she doesn’t have a job.

Like I hadn’t already planned on that.

Some days, I think there was wisdom in the words of one of my friends in NYC (after his second marriage) :

“Married? Why don’t I just buy you a house instead?”

Shit,Mr Vega, I could damn sure use that sense of humor about now….

At least, for once, I’m stressed, and I’m not looking for tobacco. Four years, and I’m finally not after a smoke when I’m pissed. I guess it does go away if you wait long enough….

About Kevin Sonney

Kevin Sonney - who, contrary to popular opinion was NOT raised by wolves - grew up in central North Carolina. He fell into the technology field by accident in 1991, when he gave up the wild and crazy lifestyle of an on-air AM radio DJ to become a mundane technical support monkey. The technology industry has never really recovered from this. Kevin has worked for such names as IBM, Red Hat, webslingerZ, and Lulu Technologies (we won't mention the ones that didn't survive the experience). He currently works as a Linux Administrator for Apptio. In his spare time he rescues stray animals and plays video games with his two sons. His wife, we're sad to say, helps him get past the really hard bits. Kevin is still not very mundane, he just got better at hiding it.
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3 Responses to Anger is no place for honesty

  1. badger says:

    Want me to see if there’s a 2for1 special on rose bunches? I’ve got to go anyway to get some for my wife for her birthday now anyway…. :)

    Oh, congrats on the lack of nicotine thing.

  2. alchemist says:

    Oh, roses won’t cut it this time.

    I could use a recipe for crow, though. I’ve never eaten it and had it taste good *sigh*

  3. ex_redsonja442 says:

    Man, I know just what you mean. It’s awful having to censor yourself during a heated debate but I make myself do it because over the years I watched my parents suffer the consequences of *not* doing it. And I’m no diplomat, that’s for sure, but I try never to say anything I wish I’d have to take back later. My personal rules: I never raise my voice to someone I love. Likewise, they are not allowed to raise their voice to me. If they do, I tell them that they may not yell at me, then I turn around and leave their presence, depriving them of an audience for their tantrum. 2. I don’t hit. Ever. And I don’t throw or pound or break things for effect. If anyone hits me it will be the last thing they do before they find themselves looking up at six feet of dirt. I make sure this is clearly understood. Any man who hits me, I will eviscerate him with my bare hands. These things keep me out of a lot of trouble.

    Now this doesn’t mean I advocate being namby pamby. I have had to lay it on the line very bluntly a few times with my boi, because there was no other way to get through certain things to him. Sometimes, also, it seems that no matter what you (or I) say and do, it’s wrong, and you can’t win. When I feel that way I point it out, too!

    If she loves you, and I’m sure she does, she will come back. Hang in there buddy.

    Miranda

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