I want to write everything and nothing both at the same time. This day - these last weeks - it's all been emotionally fucked up on so many levels. I've heard it said that some marriages get to a point early on when you just look at one another and think, "Who the hell are you?" We are so there. It would probably cleanse me to write it all out, but this isn't the best medium. And yet, it's really the one I want to use. Bah.
Without giving too much explanation, our standby flights to STL didn't work out, and I didn't get to go. I have been super depressed all day long about not going. Of course, Joe is there, so...yeah.
Tonight I've listened to Madonna's "Hung Up" about 572 times and have completely denounced The Proclaimers in that their hit "I'm Gonna Be" is bullshit. The bitter part of me wants to scream from the mountain tops to all the women in the world, "Hey, no man is going to walk 500 miles for you or any other chick, not literally, nor figuratively. He probably won't even try. If you want or need to get something done or feel another way, you must do it yourself. There's no counting on anyone else. And if you want the companionship, go buy a dog. Lord knows I'm more used to Dex being home than my damn husband. But yeah, that's my spiel. The only problem with this is that I know men do exist that would walk 500 miles in either of the aforementioned respects. I'm just not sure that I'm married to one of those anymore...
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