Scattered...
Things have been very all over the place lately.
It's been about two months since G started his new job and his new shift. It seems as though he comes and goes through my life and through our apartment like a ghost or a stranger.
We got into one fight about marriage and that was last week. It's no coincidence that it happened a day or two after "the Mardi Gras dumping". The fight wasn't really about marriage. It was about me trying to get some sort of reaction from George. Something. Anything. Anything at all. All he kept saying was, "Tell me what you want." I cried. I told him how tired I was of all this. And he gave me nothing. Not a flicker of a thing.
Things went back to apathy around here. I hardly ever see him. When he's home, he's sleeping. We go out to eat about 2 or 3 times a week. I just don't know what to think about this anymore. There IS nothing more to think about this anymore.
I havent been going to see Foster lately. I am confused and scared. He hates me but I don't take it personally. He's a dog. My parents are taking care of him and giving me updates. Whenever I see him, instead of pure joy, I only feel saddness. And there's been lots of tears the past few weeks for Foster. Like he's already dead. I simply cannot make this decision.
It's been about two months since G started his new job and his new shift. It seems as though he comes and goes through my life and through our apartment like a ghost or a stranger.
We got into one fight about marriage and that was last week. It's no coincidence that it happened a day or two after "the Mardi Gras dumping". The fight wasn't really about marriage. It was about me trying to get some sort of reaction from George. Something. Anything. Anything at all. All he kept saying was, "Tell me what you want." I cried. I told him how tired I was of all this. And he gave me nothing. Not a flicker of a thing.
Things went back to apathy around here. I hardly ever see him. When he's home, he's sleeping. We go out to eat about 2 or 3 times a week. I just don't know what to think about this anymore. There IS nothing more to think about this anymore.
I havent been going to see Foster lately. I am confused and scared. He hates me but I don't take it personally. He's a dog. My parents are taking care of him and giving me updates. Whenever I see him, instead of pure joy, I only feel saddness. And there's been lots of tears the past few weeks for Foster. Like he's already dead. I simply cannot make this decision.