I think I’m going to get some counseling. At least that way I can get real time feedback. Sure, LJ is cathartic, but, damn. I got nobody to talk to out here except LJ, and LJ’s not helping.

Tonight it was “she doesn’t know what’s going on in my head” – well, hell, neither do I. Not that I know what’s going on in her head, either. But apparently that doesn’t matter. In the last week, we’ve gone from everything is going great to everything is in the shitter, and I, for one, don’t know if we’ll even *BE* married this time next year.

Gee, this all started when the hockey playoffs started. No, it started when she came home with Jacob. About the time she asked me to move her PC upstairs. But it’s the hockey games that caused it all.

Damn that hockey. The Carolina Hurricanes destroyed my marriage. And if that’s all it takes, why the hell did we bother?

About Kevin Sonney

Kevin Sonney - who, contrary to popular opinion was NOT raised by wolves - grew up in central North Carolina. He fell into the technology field by accident in 1991, when he gave up the wild and crazy lifestyle of an on-air AM radio DJ to become a mundane technical support monkey. The technology industry has never really recovered from this. Kevin has worked for such names as IBM, Red Hat, webslingerZ, and Lulu Technologies (we won't mention the ones that didn't survive the experience). He currently works as a Linux Administrator for Apptio. In his spare time he rescues stray animals and plays video games with his two sons. His wife, we're sad to say, helps him get past the really hard bits. Kevin is still not very mundane, he just got better at hiding it.
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2 Responses to 737

  1. dtamayob says:

    Don’t know if this is the place to chat about such stuff, but you’d be surprised how normal this type of disconnect is after a second child. Knowing you’re supposed to hate each other for a while because family stuff requires so much work and burns you out (esp the stay at home wife) might help you both ride it out.

    Can’t say counseling would help, because it would only be a burden to arrange for a sitter, stir up other problems, blah blah blah. If you’re going to go to all the trouble of getting out for an hour or so, GO ON A DATE TOGETHER. Spend some time as adults, talk to each other. Soon, before the resentments build a wall so high you won’t be able to climb it.

  2. dtamayob says:

    Oh yeah, and hugs can work wonders too.

    It’s hard to yell at and hate someone who’s frustrating you when they’re holding you in their arms and saying into your ear how much they cherish you. I can’t tell you how many times that’s all I wanted from my now-ex-husband, and how significant not getting that was.

    Yes, I said EX-husband. Don’t make the same mistakes we did.

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