Random thoughts. Seriously.
Ever since Myspace & Facebook, Livejournal has pretty much died. Atleast for me. It's sad, because I felt better after my sporadic posts. Maybe I'll start posting again, even if no one else reads it.
We are moving in 6 days. There is so much to do. I'm working almost 40 hours a week, and Jon is working HALF of that... and I still am trying to keep up with everything. I get so frustrated because at times he seems so selfish... I know that's not his heart...
There has been drama with his sister/mom and I just can't wait to move out of here and away from them. I do love them, but I can't handle being so close to them and having them involve themselves so much into stuff they shouldn't be involving themselves in.
How can you start a relationship based on a lie? I mean... honestly, especially if you "love" the person and want to "marry" the person... I don't get it. I've never been able to lie... which sucked at times during my teenage years, but now I'm starting to see it as a good thing.
Ahhhhhh, I dunno. I can't wait to see my Mom. And Grandma. I can't wait.
They say that women are 3 arguments away from divorce... and divorce never crosses a man's mind when arguing with his wife. I've come to that point several times in the past 6 months; Can you believe it's been six months already? I can't.
I would never divorce Jon, ever... I love him, and I think that divorce is something you do when you don't feel like trying. God made guys and girls SO DIFFERENT... it's just so beyond me. It's always something... there's always some kind of miscommunication, or excuse that "I speak pink, he speaks blue... he can't understand pink, he can only understand blue", but I mean honestly, you can only use that excuse so many times...
What it really comes down to is that God made us so incredibly different so that we would have to really try and figure out a way to make a marriage work. I used to look at marriage as this bonding, beautiful "thing" that yes, at times had it's struggles, but was happy. Atleast that's what I wanted it to be like for me, after watching my parents fail so miserably at it. It's so much more than that... it's like this task that you take on, that lasts forever and you have to do everything in your power to make it work. Not because you have to... but because you want to.
Yeah.
I'm spent.
We are moving in 6 days. There is so much to do. I'm working almost 40 hours a week, and Jon is working HALF of that... and I still am trying to keep up with everything. I get so frustrated because at times he seems so selfish... I know that's not his heart...
There has been drama with his sister/mom and I just can't wait to move out of here and away from them. I do love them, but I can't handle being so close to them and having them involve themselves so much into stuff they shouldn't be involving themselves in.
How can you start a relationship based on a lie? I mean... honestly, especially if you "love" the person and want to "marry" the person... I don't get it. I've never been able to lie... which sucked at times during my teenage years, but now I'm starting to see it as a good thing.
Ahhhhhh, I dunno. I can't wait to see my Mom. And Grandma. I can't wait.
They say that women are 3 arguments away from divorce... and divorce never crosses a man's mind when arguing with his wife. I've come to that point several times in the past 6 months; Can you believe it's been six months already? I can't.
I would never divorce Jon, ever... I love him, and I think that divorce is something you do when you don't feel like trying. God made guys and girls SO DIFFERENT... it's just so beyond me. It's always something... there's always some kind of miscommunication, or excuse that "I speak pink, he speaks blue... he can't understand pink, he can only understand blue", but I mean honestly, you can only use that excuse so many times...
What it really comes down to is that God made us so incredibly different so that we would have to really try and figure out a way to make a marriage work. I used to look at marriage as this bonding, beautiful "thing" that yes, at times had it's struggles, but was happy. Atleast that's what I wanted it to be like for me, after watching my parents fail so miserably at it. It's so much more than that... it's like this task that you take on, that lasts forever and you have to do everything in your power to make it work. Not because you have to... but because you want to.
Yeah.
I'm spent.