I am absolutely in love with my little girl, but in the evenings I find myself a little depressed maybe? My days are fantastic, and she is a great baby. H does nothing but help me with everything, but in the evenings my mind starts going over and over the fact that my life just fast forwarded 5 weeks all of the sudden, and I am ashamed to admit it makes me really emotional. I know it's only day 4 since she has been here, and a lot of it has to do with me having to stay in the hospital before she arrived, but damn why can't I just accept it and move on?
Confession and flameful: I can only eat one of the two reese's peanut butter cups. They're too rich for me. So I always throw away the second. I crave them once every few months so its silly to save it. *-)
you THROW IT AWAY?!?!
i think this is one of the worst things i have read on the nest. definitely in the top five.
Aren't there 3 peanut butter cups in the package? ^o)
No, he's not he said "I don't want to air our dirty laundry with a counselor." He's the type of person who doesn't want anyone (strangers, included) think he's a bad person or flawed in any way. So, I basically feel stuck.
Post by aprilsails on Sept 30, 2013 18:02:43 GMT -5
I'm also used to 3 pack Reese's. And no Reese deserves to die that death. If you can't eat them all, freeze some or crumble and put over vanilla ice cream. Heaven.
Hugs Chib. I'm sorry he's not willing to put in the effort.
My confession is that we're going to Oktoberfest this weekend and I'm trying to figure out a way of not being DD. I've DD'd the past 3 years running and I'm sick of it. I'm always the DD but DH complains because even when I don't DD I don't drink enough and have enough fun(as compared to him)to make it worthwhile. That's because I don't like being hungover, but I still don't like being the only sober person at the party every freaking time(like this past weekend at the wedding that we left at 3am).
I have an interview tomorrow for the position I currently hold (only for the past month) I am nervous as fuck for no reason and drinking beer by the fistful to calm down. NMS usually but I am pretty anxious about this whole thing and will be really bummed if I lose the position because I am not good at interviews.
My boss is in my court but I have two VPs to impress as well. blech
Every once in a while I try to think of a flameful, and then I'm like, ohhh this is why people aren't all 'out there' with their information. I think I'd have to be supa drunk to ever spill any good flamefuls on here, mostly because I'm a teacher and paranoid about how much information I've given.
This is flameful because my flamefuls would suck anyway.
I think middle names are pointless. Please note my middle name is Marie, which was picked because it was my mother's. My sister also got the same middle name. My parents are not creative. At all.
Hey Now! I realize this is totally not what you're referring to at all, but I can't wait to give a future daughter my middle name.
My maternal side has managed to hand down the same middle name for daughters for a documented 7 generations (including me). To me, it's my 1st last name. Only in the past 2 generations have some of my relatives given the name to only one daughter (if they had more than 1).
It started in a small city in Norway, so it was easy to verify.
Confession and flameful: I can only eat one of the two reese's peanut butter cups. They're too rich for me. So I always throw away the second. I crave them once every few months so its silly to save it. *-)
Chib - I'm sorry I'm in the midst of deciding if I still want to be married to H and sometimes I think I don't, but then I can't imagine telling him that so then I think maybe I just don't know what I want.
Confession and flameful: I can only eat one of the two reese's peanut butter cups. They're too rich for me. So I always throw away the second. I crave them once every few months so its silly to save it. *-)
No, he's not he said "I don't want to air our dirty laundry with a counselor." He's the type of person who doesn't want anyone (strangers, included) think he's a bad person or flawed in any way. So, I basically feel stuck.
Ooof. I'm really sorry. This happened with my (ex)H. I almost left because of it. But I went into individual therapy, tried to work through it, thought we were doing better, and then had him realize that I was right in the first place. He finally agrees to marriage counseling and think it only solidified his mindset that he just wanted to do what he wanted to do and wasn't willing to change anything. But at least he admitted that I deserved someone who WOULD give me the things I was asking for. He just wasn't willing to do them.
Please feel free to PM me if you want to talk. I truly empathize with you.
Confession and flameful: I can only eat one of the two reese's peanut butter cups. They're too rich for me. So I always throw away the second. I crave them once every few months so its silly to save it. *-)
WTF. Stop wasting perfectly good peanut butter cups!
I'm going to go eat some now, and am going to eat both. BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO DO!
Confession and flameful: I can only eat one of the two reese's peanut butter cups. They're too rich for me. So I always throw away the second. I crave them once every few months so its silly to save it. *-)
Soldiers don't have peanut butter cups.
I hope you rethink all of this.
No! I like them. But just one of them. I knew this would be truly flameful.
Chib for god's sake, go to a therapist yourself. Hopefully he/she will help you realize you can not change your H. You can't. What you can change is how you do (or don't) react to your H's shenanigans. Good luck.