Blowout...
We had a blowout this weekend. Ugh. Just when I think things are progressing, we fight. And it seems like all we did all weekend long was fight. We argued about division of labor in the way of housework. We argued about space and respecting the fact that I want time in my house alone. We talked about whether this relationship is productive for us both or not. We talked about lots of things. And honestly? I told him that I think he should get his own place for a year to see how things go. He was reluctant to accept that. And who could blame him? I have, indeed, set him up in a pretty comfortable situation.
I know this. I want peace in my house. If peace means that we have to separate, then that is what needs to happen. If peace means getting rid of the dog, then I'm willing to do that, too. We need to start to get things figured out. Because I'm tired and growing more weary. My weekends can't be so tumultuous. I need peace.
I know this. I want peace in my house. If peace means that we have to separate, then that is what needs to happen. If peace means getting rid of the dog, then I'm willing to do that, too. We need to start to get things figured out. Because I'm tired and growing more weary. My weekends can't be so tumultuous. I need peace.