It's the move, I'm sure of it, and the stress, but nonetheless, the fact remains that I'm a screeching harpy and he's not doing anything.
You now understand the pervading dynamic of our relationship, a dynamic that wasn't present say, a month ago.
The house is quiet now, but I'm exhausted, tapped out, and I'm sick of crying, and I'm sick of the feeling of cakey tears on my face. I just want this period in our life to be over.
Also, crying gives me a headache, and I'm no easier to live with when I have a headache, and you see where I'm going with this?
It's just a spiral of unhappy situations being made more unhappy. Oddly enough, I am upset enough that I do not feel like eating, which is, sad to say, somewhat of a victory. See, sad.
I think I will go for a walk now, to walk off some of the bad feelings.
Argh.
Ugh. Moving is so stressful and sucky. I remember when M and I moved in together (3 years ago) - the month leading up to the moves was horrid. We were fighting over everything and nothing. His version of "nothing" was that I shouldn't have been upset because it was two days before the move and he hadn't packed a damn thing. Of course, that was "everything" to me. I truly think moving brings out the worst in people.
Posted by: comebacknikki | June 07, 2006 at 01:09 PM