
WARNING: SERIOUS VENTING AND RANTING AHEAD
I got up just long enough to post this.... Now I'm going back to bed. I'm okay. Adam should be home soon and life will get back to normal. Until then, I'm waiting. No cheetos or cheesecake for me but could someone pass the sunchips? The Garden Salsa ones, please?
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Okay actually, I haven't spent all this time in bed. I've warned you ... never take me seriously. The truth of the matter is that I had to get up and go to work this morning. Then I came home and posted the above little diddy which was me just having fun.
Fun time is over.
This isn't fun or funny any longer.
Yes, Adam's been working on a big project since last Thursday. He spent 3 or 4 nights away from home but then started missing his own bed so he's been coming home at night BUT he hasn't gotten in until very late. Then he sleeps 3 or 4 hours and goes back and does it all again. The project will be done soon. Finally. Thank God but truthfully, I'm so frustrated I could scream.
See, everywhere we go these days Adam is recognized locally. It takes 3 hours if he goes in the store with me. We used to love to shop and do things together. Now I usually just leave him talking with someone and go ahead of him.
Tonight he wanted me on the project site so I could have dinner with him. I went. He couldn't break away for dinner. He honestly couldn't. People needed him with legitimate questions. I finally said screw dinner and I left.
He called me twice. I was crying and hung up on him the first time. I understand that he has to do what he has to do but I am so unimportant to him right now that it hurts more than I can actually handle. I'm mad at him. I don't like feeling this way but after being on the site for an hour and people were still coming up to him and asking things.....
Finally as the crowd thinned out, we were finally headed for supper. But yet again someone comes up to him saying "ya got a minute?" A minute doesn't mean a minute to these people. That's when I walked.
I just wanted supper with him without 50 million people pulling him from me. It's been over a week. I'm at the end of my rope. Oh sure, it could be worse.
I don't know how the wives of our servicemen stand their men being gone so long. That would be horrible. At least they know though that their men would rather be home with them. I don't have that luxury. I'm competing with his job and to be honest, I don't think I can any more. I see the look in his eye. I hear what he talks about... it's never us anymore.... just his work and the people there.
The other day on my way home from work I called to tell him something. He went on and on about his day for a few minutes and then someone needed him... and he had to go.
I don't mean to sound so needy and selfish. I'm not really. Believe it or not there was a time when he clung so tightly to me that I would have killed for moments such as this. I'm glad he's so very happy with his life. I'm just tired of not being part of it. And I don't WANT to be a part of his work life any more than he wants to be a part of mine. It's good that we both have jobs we love. I just never thought his would take up ALL his time. And what do I do?
Get on this friggin' computer talking to a bunch of strangers. I've neglected other things in my life just to be on here.... and spanking? Well honestly that mood is certainly gone. I'm hurting enough that I honestly just don't want him touching me right now.
And what's worse here is that I'm diabetic. I'm hungry. I forgot my meds before work today so I'm a shaky mess right now.
I think I'll order a pizza. I can do that online and have it delivered right to the front door without having to talk to anyone.
And then? I probably will go back to bed... for real. There's nothing else to do around here.
Sometimes ya just gotta vent.











