You know what I like about blogging? You can go on a week long rant about something important to you and the world and then do a 180 and share asinine details about your life for no apparent reason.
For instance, Sassy Pant's Seven (see side bar) may need to be turned into Sassy Pant's Eight which doesn't quite have the same ring to it but would encompass "Relationships." Why? Friendster Guy and I hit a mini bump yesterday. Or I hit a bump and dragged FG over it. It came down to this: In my former marriage I was 3rd or 4th on my X's list of priorities. I refuse to go through that again. FG has a job that is more of a lifestyle than what most of us 9 to 5ers are used to. Lots of random overtime, night shifts, emergency calls in the middle of the night. I'm ok with that. Especially the emergency runs. A guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do. And I'm even fine with the overtime as long as I have enough warning. However, yesterday I had to stand in the same room with FG while he said "Sure I'll come in tonight" when I had assumed we were spending the evening together. I tried not to let it bother me but it really did. He had a choice (to some extent) and the decision became job first, me second. Logically I understand all the reasons why. But logical does not always override emotional. I tried to hold it in but I was so disappointed. I lasted about an hour before the tears came. Then we had a very honest and open conversation about both of our concerns and I think we came out all the stronger for it. At least I hope so. I don't want to be a big blubbery blob of goo for no reason.
For instance, Sassy Pant's Seven (see side bar) may need to be turned into Sassy Pant's Eight which doesn't quite have the same ring to it but would encompass "Relationships." Why? Friendster Guy and I hit a mini bump yesterday. Or I hit a bump and dragged FG over it. It came down to this: In my former marriage I was 3rd or 4th on my X's list of priorities. I refuse to go through that again. FG has a job that is more of a lifestyle than what most of us 9 to 5ers are used to. Lots of random overtime, night shifts, emergency calls in the middle of the night. I'm ok with that. Especially the emergency runs. A guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do. And I'm even fine with the overtime as long as I have enough warning. However, yesterday I had to stand in the same room with FG while he said "Sure I'll come in tonight" when I had assumed we were spending the evening together. I tried not to let it bother me but it really did. He had a choice (to some extent) and the decision became job first, me second. Logically I understand all the reasons why. But logical does not always override emotional. I tried to hold it in but I was so disappointed. I lasted about an hour before the tears came. Then we had a very honest and open conversation about both of our concerns and I think we came out all the stronger for it. At least I hope so. I don't want to be a big blubbery blob of goo for no reason.
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