I think I’m going to get some counseling. At least that way I can get real time feedback. Sure, LJ is cathartic, but, damn. I got nobody to talk to out here except LJ, and LJ’s not helping.
Tonight it was “she doesn’t know what’s going on in my head” – well, hell, neither do I. Not that I know what’s going on in her head, either. But apparently that doesn’t matter. In the last week, we’ve gone from everything is going great to everything is in the shitter, and I, for one, don’t know if we’ll even *BE* married this time next year.
Gee, this all started when the hockey playoffs started. No, it started when she came home with Jacob. About the time she asked me to move her PC upstairs. But it’s the hockey games that caused it all.
Damn that hockey. The Carolina Hurricanes destroyed my marriage. And if that’s all it takes, why the hell did we bother?