I started this long rambling thing on why Renee is mad at me, and how one should never bring the truth someone doesn’t want to hear into an argument.
For that matter, I should learn to just keep my mouth shut. But I didn’t, and now I have no idea where Renee is, and have been told that I’m working from CH next week if she doesn’t have a job.
Like I hadn’t already planned on that.
Some days, I think there was wisdom in the words of one of my friends in NYC (after his second marriage) :
“Married? Why don’t I just buy you a house instead?”
Shit,Mr Vega, I could damn sure use that sense of humor about now….
At least, for once, I’m stressed, and I’m not looking for tobacco. Four years, and I’m finally not after a smoke when I’m pissed. I guess it does go away if you wait long enough….