Scrambled Eggs & Ham
SCRAMBLED EGGS
So My Messed Up Mind has just been compared to the anxiety of pursuing a veterinary degree by my loving husband. I guess I should just suck it up and quit whining. After all, a regimen of Welbutrin, Seroquel and Efexor is just the same as a glass or two of wine in the evening to calm the nerves. How silly of me to consider any further 'treatment'.
I could have been saving so much money and time! That's $60 per month in prescriptions, plus the Doctor co-pays, plus at least an hour a week in therapy. Man, I could be drinking some good wine! Or drinking some cheaper wine and saving a bundle!
AND HAM
After I finish with THAT, I hear a knock at the door. Andrew, my 16 y.o. son gets to it first and says "I got it mom. It's for me." Then waits for me to leave. When I don't leave immediately, he says "Go away, it's for me" !!!! And it was. It was his girlfriend.
After she left, I called him to my room to discuss his rudeness to me. But of course, by that time he is "too tired" to talk and all of a sudden feels sick. I ask him if he'd like to postpone until tomorrow, then he could plan on being home tomorrow evening so we could talk. "Just, what is it?" was his response.
I explained that I didn't like the way he had been treating me: cutting me off, sarcasm and dismissing me. I also noted that I had seen and heard him treat his girlfriend and a few other people that way also. All I got was that I was too sensitive, and blah, blah, blah. Nothing serious from him and certainly no apology.
So here I am, "Friendless in Greenland"
So My Messed Up Mind has just been compared to the anxiety of pursuing a veterinary degree by my loving husband. I guess I should just suck it up and quit whining. After all, a regimen of Welbutrin, Seroquel and Efexor is just the same as a glass or two of wine in the evening to calm the nerves. How silly of me to consider any further 'treatment'.
I could have been saving so much money and time! That's $60 per month in prescriptions, plus the Doctor co-pays, plus at least an hour a week in therapy. Man, I could be drinking some good wine! Or drinking some cheaper wine and saving a bundle!
AND HAM
After I finish with THAT, I hear a knock at the door. Andrew, my 16 y.o. son gets to it first and says "I got it mom. It's for me." Then waits for me to leave. When I don't leave immediately, he says "Go away, it's for me" !!!! And it was. It was his girlfriend.
After she left, I called him to my room to discuss his rudeness to me. But of course, by that time he is "too tired" to talk and all of a sudden feels sick. I ask him if he'd like to postpone until tomorrow, then he could plan on being home tomorrow evening so we could talk. "Just, what is it?" was his response.
I explained that I didn't like the way he had been treating me: cutting me off, sarcasm and dismissing me. I also noted that I had seen and heard him treat his girlfriend and a few other people that way also. All I got was that I was too sensitive, and blah, blah, blah. Nothing serious from him and certainly no apology.
So here I am, "Friendless in Greenland"