*RANT* – *edit*

 

My Mikey, I love you

∞ • π³ + 1

Yes, I do love you forever times PI cubed plus one.

Yes, I do want to be supportive and help you any way I can.

Yes, I do want to get over my social phobia.

No, I can’t do it yet, because I DON’T KNOW HOW!!!!!

I feel as if I’m going fucking tee-totally crazy.  I don’t know how to deal with what’s going down, going on, going around, just fucking GOING!

For starters, I go and accuse my husband of being a narcotics junkie the other night.  As if that’s not bad enough, now he has an abscessed tooth that requires…..tada…..more pain medicine.  Thank GOD this one is an NSAID and not a narcotic.

Mama sounded so upset that we had to go to the hospital again.  I was upset because of that, too.  I’m not even sure WHY I was upset, really.  Just hatred of public places, in general.

Growing up, I think I went to the hospital maybe FIVE times in the first 29 years of my life.  The fact that I’m still alive shows me that I didn’t really NEED to go to the hospital any more than that, so you can imagine – or can you – the arguments I have against going more than once every few years!!!!!

I wish doctors grew on trees.  I’d go out and pluck one off the goddamned tree to give My Mikey treatment of whatever kind he could.

MH just called, asking me to get in touch with Mama for her, so I’m wrapping this bitchfest up.

Good, huh?

Bye,

Jack

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Ok. it’s just a bit later now.  I have made a decision.  Well, Piers actually made it, but it makes sense, so I’m sticking with it.

No matter what anyone says, thinks, feels, this is OUR LIFE.  It’s My Mikey’s and mine, not anyone else’s.  If they think Mikey has a problem….I’ve done what a husband should do…mentioned it, given him things to think about, and now I will give him time to sort through the different thoughts.

Nobody has to back off.  It doesn’t MATTER if they’re "on my back" because I apparently have a stronger fucking back than I thought!  Yes, it makes them squeezles of the highest degree, but I’m not being the squeezle anymore, so they can worry about it as much as they like.

I have full confidence that My Mikey will work this all out himself.  It doesn’t really matter what anyone, including me, thinks, because none of us lives inside him.  Only he does.  He’s not inflexible, though.  Advice is welcome, at least advice to me…I think Mikey will accept it, too.

Just don’t expect us to alter our lives because of what someone else thinks….that’s my point.  We’ll alter for what we see fit.

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“font-weight: bold;”>Problem or no….it’s up to my capable hubby, and I know he’ll get it all figured out sooner or later.

And I’m proud of him for drinking more water and moving around more!  So there!

Love to all,

Jack

****Just so you know, the squeezles in question are my family members****