Honesty To Drown In

Today is the first chance I've had to think for days.  Last week we hit the ground running with our counseling appointment Wednesday and I haven't had a moment to process since. It was good.  I remember that.  Enough good was done that some pressure lifted, because the next two blogs I wrote were not... Continue Reading →

I Have 99 Problems…

...and I'm pretty sure that 75% of them are dishes that no one will admit to dirtying. We have instituted a new system in the kitchen. (And by "we" I mean my oldest daughter, who came up with this idea and is convinced it is the Answer To All Things Dish Related, and made such... Continue Reading →

Reality Check

That moment when you realize that you can't actually blame ALL your problems on your husband's ADD. Which means you have to own them. Oh. We got a lot of work to do, Scooby....

Remorse

My husband is devastated. He has been wandering in a daze since Wednesday.  Something finally clicked, and he finally got that there's a big, BIG problem between us.  Which, you know, is great, because it's progress, and when you admit there's a problem you can move forward. But it's heart-wrenching to watch him go through... Continue Reading →

A Bic Flick of Hope

I'm sitting in this week's counseling session, holding on to the thought I came in with, that this is completely hopeless and the most we can hope for is to relieve some pressure with some behavior modification.  I keep my eyes fixed on the glass fish, and it stares back, mocking me.  Someone moved it... Continue Reading →

Rant Number Four

Yesterday I made a reference in my post to "that blasted glass fish," and then today realized I never posted the post I was referring to. So against my better judgment, since at some point I decided not to publish this, I'm going to publish it anyway. ********** 4 Weeks Ago *********** I called my... Continue Reading →

Burn Out

I saw our counselor by myself this week.  I walked away from that appointment floating on air.  For the first time ever, I feel like a therapist understands exactly what I'm dealing with. She sees it. She sees through the well-polished exterior my husband presents.  She's not fooled a bit. This means, of course, that... Continue Reading →

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