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?
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?
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