I've never really excelled at this regular blogging thing....not with any
regularity, anyway. Anyways, another year, come to a close. What a year.
Bought a house, got engaged. What was I thinking...lol. Ah well, it's
not so bad - except for the small fact that my fiance is absolutely
incapable of listening or remembering a damn thing I say. Or even if she
does listen...disagreeing with me, seemingly just for the case of
disagreeing. It's especially painful when in the end...everything I said
rang true. I don't just pull shit out of my ass for the hell of it and
try to pass it off as knowledge. I know her, I know how she acts around
her friends, I know how she thinks when she drinks. Oh well...I think I
can see where this is headed and I really don't like it. But I can't make
things right on my own. Which brings me to another thing. Yea, we're
both fucked up. I sure ain't normal - or anywhere near close...and she
claims to be partly responsible. But any time I make a comment or point
out something that offends or makes her feel guilty - she jumps down MY
throat as if I'm trying to blame her entirely.
Oh fuck it. Don't you know I'm wrong anyway?
