I'm OK With That

I've discovered something. Something important.

I do not want to read about sex addiction. I do not want to read about triggers. I do not want to read the sad tales of women dealing with all that comes along with loving a man who is a sex addict.

I may be selfish.

I may be avoiding.

I may be a lot of things, but one thing I am not is in the mood for all the drama.

I have cut a great deal of drama out of my life by just letting go of it all. I do not talk about it. I do not think about it. If there are signs I choose not to see them. If there is some sort of trigger I avoid it and find a distraction.

I don't want to feel the way I did those years after discovering Hub's big, ugly, horrible, life-altering secret. Those were horrible times and I don't want to feel horrible.

Am I happy? Not always.
Is my marriage good? Fuck no.
Am I fixing things? Nope!
Do I care? Sometimes, but not all that often.

I have sort of settled into this life. We live together. We raise kids together. We have moments of happiness and we have moments when we can't seem to stand each other. Mostly though we just have boring moments of everyday life.

It may not be exciting, but it is a hell of a lot better than feeling horrible all the time. I would rather feel nothing than feel what I felt for those years of hell after finding out the truth. I will take numbness over agonizing pain any day!!!

Enjoy the Pie

It seems as though I only manage to get on this blog to bitch about little things that Hub does to piss me off lately. No deep thoughts or tales of misadventure. I think the reason for that is that the number of little annoyances Hub has been managing lately has really climbed. It seems to be a multiple times a day kind of thing.

His latest habit that bothers me to the point of screaming is leaving at inconvenient times. It seems that every time I sit down to do some class work he decides to go do something. The whole reason I choose to do my work at the times I do is because he is here to keep Tot occupied so I can actually get some work done. That isn't happening if Hub wanders off on some errand! Tonight he decided he was in the mood for pie. Actually he had been talking about pie for a couple of hours but didn't decide to actually go get some until I said that I needed to get some work done and grabbed my laptop.

He is doing this shit EVERY SINGLE TIME I start to do my class work now. Is there some reason behind this? Is he trying to annoy me? Does it bother him that I am working toward a degree? Is he just clueless about how inconsiderate he is or is he doing it intentionally? I don't know the answers to these questions. What I do know is that I am not getting any work done tonight until he gets back with his fucking pie!

it's bad

I feel so bad right now. Not bad as in sick or hurt or even hurt feelings. Just bad.

I have no energy and no desire to do a damn thing. It is not depression, even though those are signs of it. Depression would be something and this is just... nothing.

I feel nothing but bad. Just bad. And lazy... I guess I feel that too.

I don't want to do a damn thing. I don't even want to sleep, which is typically what I do when I want to do nothing. And cry, I guess. I feel like I could cry, and cry, and cry. I could cry for days and still not be done.

I just don't feel like existing right now. In a sense I already feel like I don't exist. I am here but..... am I really here?

I am nothing... and that is bad.

Blah

My family keeps talking about Hub's and my 10th anniversary that is coming up. They keep referring to it as a celebration. "oh, you'll be celebrating your 10th anniversary this year." Uh, no... no celebrating here.

Ten years. Big fricking deal.

The first five years were good (cause i was clueless). The next three were total hell. The last two have just been.... what is a good word for the past two years???? How about.... blah. Ya, they have just been blah. A whole lot of nothing going on. No love, no romance, no sex, no anything. Blah!

Celebration? Nope!