Just a little rant, I suppose.
Well, things are mostly ok. Joe and I have our little spats, but who doesn't, right? We fight about money, we fight about our time, we fight about whether or not we can permit each other to sacrifice things in order to help. He thinks I'm far too giving. I think he doesn't take enough. It goes on and on and on. I have to walk away from him to keep from crying everytime we go at it anymore. But, when I'm in the car with him, that gets really hard. We generally have to turn away from each other or stop talking or cry or just anything to stop it.
I just don't know what to do about it anymore. Generally, I'd find someone and talk to them until I was calm.. just vent. But, I don't have the time to vent and I'd have even less if I went to the second job I was looking into. Joe practically forbade me. It was hard for me to accept. Even worse because he was willing to help me and not let me help him. There really isn't a whole lot I can do anymore. I, for some reason, don't feel any better having vented this. I'm going to stop ranting now before I make myself feel even worse. I don't know what's wrong with me anyway.
I just don't know what to do about it anymore. Generally, I'd find someone and talk to them until I was calm.. just vent. But, I don't have the time to vent and I'd have even less if I went to the second job I was looking into. Joe practically forbade me. It was hard for me to accept. Even worse because he was willing to help me and not let me help him. There really isn't a whole lot I can do anymore. I, for some reason, don't feel any better having vented this. I'm going to stop ranting now before I make myself feel even worse. I don't know what's wrong with me anyway.