Feb 9th, 2009 by Kimberley
Oh boy, am I agitated.
That’s not a question. It’s a statement. I’m so irritated and on edge. I wish I had a vice to fall back on, something I could run to and say things like, “You don’t understand. I need it. It’s the only thing keeping me sane right now! Just a little more. I can quit tomorrow. GIVE IT TO ME OR DIE!” and then there would be an intervention and a made-for-tv movie about my epic and harrowing struggle for sobriety – life/limb, good versus evil.
That kind of thing.
But I got nothin’. All I got is a whoppin’ case of the red ass and no real good explanation for where it came from. The boys are driving me to drink. They’re bickering and arguing like — well, like boys do. Matt is making me loopy. I don’t have anything to say to him and I feel like we’re missing each other by the mile. I keep trying to connect with him and end up coming up short at every turn. Every new endeavor I undertake leaves me feeling flat and fully disinterested. Dissatisfied. Maybe I’m depressed. Is this what depression feels like? I’m not interested in anything. I don’t care about anything. I’m mad at everything. I’ve no patience.
I don’t even have the patience or interest in finishing this entry.
Been there, done that.
I’m going to sound like one of those women’s magazines, which of course I never read.
Is there a way that you could send the boys off for a night somewhere and you and Matt reconnect and chill out together without interruption. Valentine’s is almost upon us.
I can’t remember where you live, but the sunnier days are on their way
Women’s mag or no, you were right. Matt and I spent all day Saturday and Saturday night together without the boys then we went for a nice dinner Sunday night. It helped. I’m feeling much better now! Thanks, Anji!
All you needed was a little TLC!