Brief bit
It's late and I haven't the time to do a full posting to continue the theme I started. But I want to get in the habit, so I will throw in my thoughts before I pass out.
I can at least say something else I am grateful for. You see, I have the most amazing husband. He really pisses me off sometimes, like his unbelievable talent of putting everything right in my way (his boots, the cupboard door, pulled out drawers, etc.). And my Type A and his Type B do clash when trying to say, do something. heh But he's perfect for me. He tempers my worrying, for starters. I am just starting to learn that so many other people, like me, quite literally worry themselves sick. I replay the past over and over and over again. I know I can't change it, but I berate myself for the decisions I've made, thinking about how I could have handled it better, instead of just letting things go. And the future? I lived tomorrow 6 times already. I have arguments in the car with people who aren't there. (Although I don't do that when Miles is in the car. His mom is weird enough.)
Basically, I would be a very depressed person if it weren't for my husband. People wouldn't know it, as I'm really good at hiding it, but I don't have to anymore. Brian appreciates the moment. He lives by example. He is right here, right now, and whatever is happening has value. He has helped me appreciate that. I could see how, without Brian to temper me, I would miss Miles' entire childhood by preparing for his college years the whole time.
There are many reasons I think my husband and I can make a go of this whole marriage thing, but damn I'm tired. We sometimes joke about feeling sorry for the people who entered the "How long will this marriage last?" pool. We have a damn good chance of making it, especially since it's been 5 years, and I still like the guy! It's a start, anyway. Only 45 more to go! (I'm divorcing him after our golden anniversary. Because it's funny.) :-) Have a great night, Universe.
I can at least say something else I am grateful for. You see, I have the most amazing husband. He really pisses me off sometimes, like his unbelievable talent of putting everything right in my way (his boots, the cupboard door, pulled out drawers, etc.). And my Type A and his Type B do clash when trying to say, do something. heh But he's perfect for me. He tempers my worrying, for starters. I am just starting to learn that so many other people, like me, quite literally worry themselves sick. I replay the past over and over and over again. I know I can't change it, but I berate myself for the decisions I've made, thinking about how I could have handled it better, instead of just letting things go. And the future? I lived tomorrow 6 times already. I have arguments in the car with people who aren't there. (Although I don't do that when Miles is in the car. His mom is weird enough.)
Basically, I would be a very depressed person if it weren't for my husband. People wouldn't know it, as I'm really good at hiding it, but I don't have to anymore. Brian appreciates the moment. He lives by example. He is right here, right now, and whatever is happening has value. He has helped me appreciate that. I could see how, without Brian to temper me, I would miss Miles' entire childhood by preparing for his college years the whole time.
There are many reasons I think my husband and I can make a go of this whole marriage thing, but damn I'm tired. We sometimes joke about feeling sorry for the people who entered the "How long will this marriage last?" pool. We have a damn good chance of making it, especially since it's been 5 years, and I still like the guy! It's a start, anyway. Only 45 more to go! (I'm divorcing him after our golden anniversary. Because it's funny.) :-) Have a great night, Universe.