Yesterday I just felt so lonely. Walrus spent the whole day napping in my bed and I crawled in beside him and he didn't even stir he was sleeping so deeply. I lay there looking at his back and thinking about things.
I need to talk to him about the drinking. I can't handle it. Getting drunk twice weekly isn't really a quality I want in a life partner. Not that I feel that way about him... I don't think I'm in love. If we separated, I would miss the cuddling and the feeling of having someone, but I don't feel I know him or that we've connected deeply or anything. That's sad. Maybe it's not fair to him. Right now I think I'm helping him.
He didn't drink this week so I'm pretending the issue isn't as big as it is.
One night he sent me a text out of the blue that said I deserved better than 'damaged goods', and I didn't need to be saddled with his stuff, and that he was just a bum...It went on and on like this. I of course said I didn't feel like that, that I loved him, etc.
There is a small part of me that is throwing a little tantrum inside. Why do I get this? I waited 30 years. This is the best I can do? And I grieve the years that have gone by, the experiences I didn't have, all the loneliness and all the self-criticism... Am I going to be a wife and mother? Now that it's a possibility it seems farther away than ever.
I shouldn't speak of him just as a burden. He's a person struggling with some difficult stuff and behind the stroke is a person I really like.
I'm doing this internship right now; I'm only three weeks in. I have a long commute so it's ten hour days and I'm adjusting to the schedule. Right now I'm tired right out. Walrus is missing me during the day so I go out of my way to see him in the evening and he stays over on the weekends. I try and get a few chores done but I feel like I should always be exercising, drawing, working on stuff to move my life forward, and all I do is nap with him and watch TV. I'm not really seeing my friends either...
Anyways. I'm just very tired right now.
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