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Jul. 5th, 2005 08:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ellyssianOkay, some long weekend, eh?
- Wife and kids came back Friday after spending a few days up in MA with my parents; I wound up coming home 2 hours early with flu-like symptoms
- Wife decided that some stains on the carpet were My Fault (they certainly look to be) and that I am Hiding Something about how they got there - I have no idea, but I plan on shampooing the carpet to clean them up. No matter what I tell her, however, she will remain Convinced that I am Hiding Something. Would be easier and more fun if I actually had Something To Hide.
- Mowed the lawn on Saturday
- Spent most of Sunday morning watering all the trees
- Spend most of Sunday afternoon on the hammock, snoring loud enough to cause the neighborhood bears to make large posters about noise pollution and start marching in protest
- Actually saw the bird that's been making the faded screech from the back edge of our property - a falcon, and a fairly large one. Complete identification hasn't happened yet, and the sound files I've listened to don't match up in the least. Leaning towards a merlin.
- Wanted to go see what the dryer vent pipe did - when I had cleaned it out, I ran into a tough twist part way through and I kept forgetting to go look. I still haven't looked, as I was distracted by my brand new indoor swimming pool. Water was bubbling out the top of the tank, around the outside of the fitting for the pressure relief valve. I drained the tank, flushed it a bit, and almost instantly was rewarded with even more bubbling and frothing, this time around all of the top fittings on the tank. Can't be good, especially since the house is only 2 years old.
- Took a cold shower - no, a hypothermia-inducing shower - on Monday, and packed up to go to a picnic at Deb's cousin's house. Deb and Rachel are both sick, didn't want to take them, but they both insisted. Part way there, Deb reminds me I was supposed to bring a beverage for myself. A little bit later, while listening to some choral, patriotic John Williams stuff, Deb decides that if I ever get opera tickets, don't get any for her, and I should take someone else. Later, she said it was a pathetic straw to break the camel's back, and that she hadn't intended it as a dig for me, and I should have realized long ago that she likes absolutely nothing that I like, but hey, I realize it now. So she told me I should go ahead and call and order a divorce today. So we drove around for an extra hour or so, because I couldn't make up my mind whether I wanted to get out and walk, go home, or go to the picnic. Think of the children, she says, as she tells me she doesn't love me at all, and I obviously don't love her or I would just shut up and do what she wants. I finally decided to go to the picnic - which I would have done a lot quicker had there been a shred of compassion from her, but she only knows anger. One of her comments had to do with my inability to communicate - this from the person who answers "We need to talk" with "Leave me alone" or "It won't help" or "No" or something else similar and often less polite. And then she goes into her "It's all me" sarcasm, which I never say, but it is her defense, even when I'm talking about things I need to change about myself. Of course, it is all her, because we can only listen to music she approves of (which is not much, and excludes anything I pick out), because we can only talk when she wants to (which doesn't happen because she doesn't like to talk), because I'm always the one to compete with her and she has to win, because she is - I'd say undiagnosed, but it's not rocket science - clinically depressed and the only thing she can see is how it all revolves around her or relates to her.
- Watched Boston's fireworks and made up the 2 hours of work from leaving sick on Friday (which upset her because I always get to be sick, and she never does, and she just got back from vacation, and wanted me to take the baby); Rachel talked with my mom on the phone, which pleased both of them
- This morning I showered outside, using the hose and a Gentle Shower setting; would almost have been pleasant if the sun was out, but better than inside; of course, I had to finish up inside, but no signs of frostbite or hypothermia! =)
- Left Brandon in charge of the household, as Justin is now sick, and both Deb and Rachel seem worse than yesterday
- Wife and kids came back Friday after spending a few days up in MA with my parents; I wound up coming home 2 hours early with flu-like symptoms
- Wife decided that some stains on the carpet were My Fault (they certainly look to be) and that I am Hiding Something about how they got there - I have no idea, but I plan on shampooing the carpet to clean them up. No matter what I tell her, however, she will remain Convinced that I am Hiding Something. Would be easier and more fun if I actually had Something To Hide.
- Mowed the lawn on Saturday
- Spent most of Sunday morning watering all the trees
- Spend most of Sunday afternoon on the hammock, snoring loud enough to cause the neighborhood bears to make large posters about noise pollution and start marching in protest
- Actually saw the bird that's been making the faded screech from the back edge of our property - a falcon, and a fairly large one. Complete identification hasn't happened yet, and the sound files I've listened to don't match up in the least. Leaning towards a merlin.
- Wanted to go see what the dryer vent pipe did - when I had cleaned it out, I ran into a tough twist part way through and I kept forgetting to go look. I still haven't looked, as I was distracted by my brand new indoor swimming pool. Water was bubbling out the top of the tank, around the outside of the fitting for the pressure relief valve. I drained the tank, flushed it a bit, and almost instantly was rewarded with even more bubbling and frothing, this time around all of the top fittings on the tank. Can't be good, especially since the house is only 2 years old.
- Took a cold shower - no, a hypothermia-inducing shower - on Monday, and packed up to go to a picnic at Deb's cousin's house. Deb and Rachel are both sick, didn't want to take them, but they both insisted. Part way there, Deb reminds me I was supposed to bring a beverage for myself. A little bit later, while listening to some choral, patriotic John Williams stuff, Deb decides that if I ever get opera tickets, don't get any for her, and I should take someone else. Later, she said it was a pathetic straw to break the camel's back, and that she hadn't intended it as a dig for me, and I should have realized long ago that she likes absolutely nothing that I like, but hey, I realize it now. So she told me I should go ahead and call and order a divorce today. So we drove around for an extra hour or so, because I couldn't make up my mind whether I wanted to get out and walk, go home, or go to the picnic. Think of the children, she says, as she tells me she doesn't love me at all, and I obviously don't love her or I would just shut up and do what she wants. I finally decided to go to the picnic - which I would have done a lot quicker had there been a shred of compassion from her, but she only knows anger. One of her comments had to do with my inability to communicate - this from the person who answers "We need to talk" with "Leave me alone" or "It won't help" or "No" or something else similar and often less polite. And then she goes into her "It's all me" sarcasm, which I never say, but it is her defense, even when I'm talking about things I need to change about myself. Of course, it is all her, because we can only listen to music she approves of (which is not much, and excludes anything I pick out), because we can only talk when she wants to (which doesn't happen because she doesn't like to talk), because I'm always the one to compete with her and she has to win, because she is - I'd say undiagnosed, but it's not rocket science - clinically depressed and the only thing she can see is how it all revolves around her or relates to her.
- Watched Boston's fireworks and made up the 2 hours of work from leaving sick on Friday (which upset her because I always get to be sick, and she never does, and she just got back from vacation, and wanted me to take the baby); Rachel talked with my mom on the phone, which pleased both of them
- This morning I showered outside, using the hose and a Gentle Shower setting; would almost have been pleasant if the sun was out, but better than inside; of course, I had to finish up inside, but no signs of frostbite or hypothermia! =)
- Left Brandon in charge of the household, as Justin is now sick, and both Deb and Rachel seem worse than yesterday
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Date: 2005-07-05 06:42 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-05 06:55 am (UTC)In some ways, resolution is all I want. I'd like them to resolve in one particular way, but I don't really think they will. I have just enough hope that things will work out, and that keeps us in this state. I had told her I wasn't going to be calling for a divorce - I'm stupid enough not to want one, despite this being the umpteenth time she's asked me for one.
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Date: 2005-07-05 07:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-06 07:41 pm (UTC)I'm going through something similiar with Nightsky. Both of us, just aint happy. I don't know where it goes from here.