Cut me some slack...
I occasionally update you forgiving readers about my complicated relationship with Joanne, my Sig Other for the past 25-ish years. (Ooof! I shocked myself with that period of time...)
As I mentioned in passing, I returned to the Washington area two weeks ago to be with her as she had cataract operations. It all went very well, and I made myself useful in a bunch of ways -- and she was demonstratively grateful.
Even talking enthusiastically about my attentions to her recovery with friends whom we visited on Monday.
Not a big deal -- but, as usual, I find she remains uneven in recognizing my devotion (not to mention her years-long problem with sex between us!).
Just a minor example: I followed her finely detailed instructions in cooking dinner last evening (as well as most meals in the past dozen days), but she still found fault with little shit, at one point banishing me from "her" kitchen.
Today she wanted to drive herself to the final checkout with the surgeon; she hit the supermarket on the way home. EPIC fail!
She bought her usual TON of food -- she's a compulsive packrat, to the extent that we can fit no more food into our two large fridges (one in the basement). I very softly noted the problem, as I've gently done a VERY few times over the years -- carefully cutting her a lot of slack.
And, of course, she exploded: I somehow "didn't value" how perfectly she runs the kitchen; how she buys so much merely to take advantage of sales; etc.
I don't want to pursue this unbalanced aspect of our issues any further. Just thought I'd say the mutual "cutting of slack" leaves much to be desired. Not that we're breaking up over it or anything -- fuck, we basically enjoy each other, and are loyal and supportive in many ways: her getting me through my horrid episodes of depression and cancer -- each a decade ago -- was truly magnificent. Shit, we love each other in our insane complexity!
As I mentioned in passing, I returned to the Washington area two weeks ago to be with her as she had cataract operations. It all went very well, and I made myself useful in a bunch of ways -- and she was demonstratively grateful.
Even talking enthusiastically about my attentions to her recovery with friends whom we visited on Monday.
Not a big deal -- but, as usual, I find she remains uneven in recognizing my devotion (not to mention her years-long problem with sex between us!).
Just a minor example: I followed her finely detailed instructions in cooking dinner last evening (as well as most meals in the past dozen days), but she still found fault with little shit, at one point banishing me from "her" kitchen.
Today she wanted to drive herself to the final checkout with the surgeon; she hit the supermarket on the way home. EPIC fail!
She bought her usual TON of food -- she's a compulsive packrat, to the extent that we can fit no more food into our two large fridges (one in the basement). I very softly noted the problem, as I've gently done a VERY few times over the years -- carefully cutting her a lot of slack.
And, of course, she exploded: I somehow "didn't value" how perfectly she runs the kitchen; how she buys so much merely to take advantage of sales; etc.
I don't want to pursue this unbalanced aspect of our issues any further. Just thought I'd say the mutual "cutting of slack" leaves much to be desired. Not that we're breaking up over it or anything -- fuck, we basically enjoy each other, and are loyal and supportive in many ways: her getting me through my horrid episodes of depression and cancer -- each a decade ago -- was truly magnificent. Shit, we love each other in our insane complexity!