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Nov. 12th, 2011 06:46 pmOne of Facebook's ads was for local divorce attorneys tonight. Awesome, Facebook. Just the thing to show me right now, honestly.
No, we're not splitting up, FYI. We've just had a bad day. Turns out marriage is hard sometimes. (/sarcasm) We're both tired and worn out, and we're not working together very well right now. I just want to beat my head against the wall sometimes because there's a tiny, immature, ignorant voice in my head screaming "BUT YOU'VE BEEN TOGETHER FOR FOUR YEARS! YOU'VE BEEN LIVING TOGETHER ALMOST THREE! YOU SHOULD HAVE THIS SHIT DOWN BY NOW!!" Then I remember what one of my favorite Adults told me: "Seven years," she said. "It takes about seven years to work through everything and figure out how to make it work. If you can make it seven years, you'll be fine."
Anyway. Still moving. Still unpacking and cleaning. Still trying to make ourselves finish out at the bullshit apartment. We'll get through it, and one way or another, we'll be totally finished by the end of this coming week.
Time to make dinner. Then, Uncle Stephen's new book, because I've decided that I really don't feel like being responsible right now, and the sample that I read engaged more in those two chapters than anything else that I've read in a long, long time.
Also my dog is displaying homosexual tendencies towards the cat. What a fun day it's been.
No, we're not splitting up, FYI. We've just had a bad day. Turns out marriage is hard sometimes. (/sarcasm) We're both tired and worn out, and we're not working together very well right now. I just want to beat my head against the wall sometimes because there's a tiny, immature, ignorant voice in my head screaming "BUT YOU'VE BEEN TOGETHER FOR FOUR YEARS! YOU'VE BEEN LIVING TOGETHER ALMOST THREE! YOU SHOULD HAVE THIS SHIT DOWN BY NOW!!" Then I remember what one of my favorite Adults told me: "Seven years," she said. "It takes about seven years to work through everything and figure out how to make it work. If you can make it seven years, you'll be fine."
Anyway. Still moving. Still unpacking and cleaning. Still trying to make ourselves finish out at the bullshit apartment. We'll get through it, and one way or another, we'll be totally finished by the end of this coming week.
Time to make dinner. Then, Uncle Stephen's new book, because I've decided that I really don't feel like being responsible right now, and the sample that I read engaged more in those two chapters than anything else that I've read in a long, long time.
Also my dog is displaying homosexual tendencies towards the cat. What a fun day it's been.
