Driving home
The drive home on the first time was incredible. I had over three hours of silence where I
purely existed in a driving daydream. I
had planned and seen our children, planned our wedding (never saw the
engagement though), and saw random scenes through our lives. It was beautiful and amazing.
This time…. was different.
The last few things we discussed sent my mind into a spiral
of everything that left me disappointed over the weekend. I had already written what most of those were
so I won’t reiterate them at this time.
After rocking out to some music, I felt somewhat better. The next day I was just fine. I do hold my concerns and reservations (who
lovingly refers to anyone as Nazi?) It’s
one thing if you’re informing me- hey, just wanted you to know that you snore
vs. man, do you realize how BADLY you snore??
Yesterday, I read a return email and it hurt. You would think he would figure it out after
someone repeatedly pointing out how gray his beard was- that you can’t just
bash someone because you had talked about it.
I know that I can be dramatic and overanalyze and therefore overreact to
things, but still. It is one of the
major factors that had me back out of the title of ‘girlfriend’.
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