So, What Is My Problem?

It has been a long weekend.  Mrs! is gone and BFF wasn't able to come up, so I've had lots of time on my own.  And, really, that is the core of the problem.  I really don't like being alone.  In fact, that has a lot to do with how I feel about Mrs! and BFF, I think.

So, Why Don't I Just Confront The Problems?

I have only had a couple comments about this blog.  Other than BFF and I, there are a couple more hits, so someone is reading what I write.  It may just be a random hit every once in a while and really only BFF and I are reading, I don't know. :)  But with the lack of actual questions I'll try to answer one that I can imagine people have asked themselves.

So, Does Bad News Always Suck?

Got a phone call this morning at work.  Mrs! had gotten a call about a family member's illness.  The news had upset her and I left work early to be with her.  As odd as it sounds, there is part of me that still loves her and I don't like to see her hurt.

So, Why Am I Dead?

I had hoped to post last night since I didn't get to post during the day.  That wasn't possible, though since I ended up taking A3 to his scout testing.  This was not part of my plan, and while I don't mind taking the As to meting and activities, the way I became entangled last night was particularly frustrating.

So, Are You Alone?

Between the entertaining times over the weekend, I realized that I was just plain bored.  We did the movie thing, did the date thing, and even watched the award ceremony for A4.  But between the bits of fun things and distracting things I realized that there wasn't really anything.  I'm surrounded by people, and even interact with them at times, but on the whole, I am alone.

So, Enjoying Your Long Weekends?

I was texting with BFF yesterday and wondering what I should write about today.  One of the benefits of my job is that when I finish a particularly busy project I am granted a day off, that doesn't count against vacation time.  So, with a busy week and a program at A4's school, I took today off.  Nice to have a day off of work.  Except...

So, What About That Laundry?

OK, so at the risk of making myself look like more of an ass of a husband than you already think, I have to pass along the piss-me-off moment from yesterday.  It involves laundry and, as such, is ripe for making me appear to be a horrible person.  Or at least more horrible than I already appear.  So let me give some background, in the hopes that I may appear a little less of an ass.

So, What About Sex?

Since things with Mrs! have generally returned to the way they were before the suicide fight, I've gone back to doing things the way I was before.  That means I'm doing some things in the relationship to keep the peace, including sex.

So, Where Did I Disappear To?

OK, so after a hasty (and admittedly poor) showing on Monday, I didn't post at all yesterday.  Monday work was just plain busy.  I'll apologize for the crappy post, but sometimes that's what you get when I generally am only on here from work.  Since this blog was supposed to be a mostly every day thing, I was a bit frustrated at not posting yesterday.  But, honestly, I really have a good excuse.  It all started as I set aside some work to compose a new blog post.  I was less than a sentence into the post when my phone rang.

So, What Are The Issues?

I've had a difficult time trying to write today.  I wanted to cover some things that happened over the weekend, but there's some missing pieces to the back story that make it difficult to be brief.  Instead, I thought maybe I'd go over some of the issues I mentioned to Mrs! when we had our big discussions.  These are the three issues I felt were the most problematic in our relationship.

So What's The Story? (Part 3)

[To read Part 1 and Part 2 of my story.]

Mrs! and I argued.  It had the same feel as the fight a year before.  I told her the same thing about deep hurts.  I said for a year she knew but didn't say anything, didn't ask about the hurt or how to make it right.  Oh, sure, she's right, she occasionally asked if everything was OK.  But she didn't dig into what I had told her; she didn't really desire to make it right.  And let's be honest, asking if someone is OK once you are both in bed for the night hardly counts as trying to repair a relationship.

So, What's The Story? (Part 2)

[To read Part 1 of my story.]

Moving is never easy.  Especially when you have to essentially start from scratch in a new part of the country.  With an old home to deal with and a new home to acquire, I set off to the new locale with A3 in tow.  I spent my days at work while A3 schooled, then at lunch and evenings I would review A3's work and assign the next lessons.  In the later evening, after A3 was in bed, I would have some private time with Mrs!.

So, What's The Story? (Part 1)

Growing up in a sheltered, conservative, religious home had at least one benefit.  It was easy to put on a front and be seen as a "good" kid.  I learned the lessons well that the outward actions, the public face, mattered much more than anything private or on the inside.  I also learned that if anything in private or on the inside didn't line up with the "truth" (as we were taught it), well you'd better not reveal that or you might get in trouble.  Yeah, I learned that well.

So, Who Are All These People?

(Anon Note:  Second post today, but I want to get the preliminaries out of the way so I can get down to some real posts.)

My story is so deep and long that I don't ever expect to be able to tell it all.  Hell, I don't even understand everything, so I'm probably leaving out some desperately important pieces of the puzzle for the simple fact that I don't know that they are important.  In any case, there are several people who play important roles in the story.  I should introduce you to them.

So, Who The Hell Am I?

So, introductions are in order.  I'm Anonymous and I want to stay that way.  That means I will not be giving tons of information to identify myself.  The nature of this blog and the purpose of this blog make such revelations impossible.

You will just have to take it on faith that I am a real person.  Unfortunately, there are some bits of information that are necessary in order to communicate effectively here.  So, without giving away too much, I hope, here's more about me.