Post by Honeylioness on Jul 8, 2009 10:37:50 GMT -5
How far do I bend before I either snap or spring back swinging?
Is it too much to ask that at SOME point in a conversation the person at the other end of the phone bothers to ask me how I am doing? How MY day has been? Even what have I been doing the last say…couple of years?
??
Is it all that unreasonable to want even two minutes each hour to talk about what I want to talk about???
Yeah yeah yeah …..Hawk is trying to re-adjust to civilian life somewhat and Callum is recovering from being shot during a home robbery. But honestly – I was so frustrated and upset last night I wanted to put my fist through a wall!
Talking to them back to back which is what happened was not only stressful – it was weird. Like talking to two twins separated at birth. Similar terminology, phrases and testosterone laden piles of machismo bull dung.
I want to pick up the phone some evening soon and hear “Hello darlin’ – I was thinking about you and wondered how your day went?” But you would think I wanted the moon with a bow around it if the frequency of such an occurrence is any indication.
And what am I supposed to make of this comment? “…Well, I have to meet with some people at X and do a bit of work on the house …. Eventually I’ll make it out to Massachusetts …”
EVENTUALLY? Geez … make my heart flutter with anticipation. It was all I could do to not just snap “Just forget it” and hang up the phone.
Eventually is the word you use to describe re-painting the garage, or clearing brush from the side yard, or indexing your record collection. It might be nice to have it done and out of the way – but it’s not really a priority. The problem is if I say that to Hawk he will only get his back up and shut down and spout about how he needs the transition time …and then I will not get the face to face closure I NEED.
I am tired of being the understanding supportive girlfriend. The patient “little woman”. I want to rant and rave and scream and cuss at him – then DEMAND a schedule and a commitment to get his A$$ here by X date or he can just kiss mine farewell.
I’m tired of being lonely.
Is it too much to ask that at SOME point in a conversation the person at the other end of the phone bothers to ask me how I am doing? How MY day has been? Even what have I been doing the last say…couple of years?
??Is it all that unreasonable to want even two minutes each hour to talk about what I want to talk about???
Yeah yeah yeah …..Hawk is trying to re-adjust to civilian life somewhat and Callum is recovering from being shot during a home robbery. But honestly – I was so frustrated and upset last night I wanted to put my fist through a wall!
Talking to them back to back which is what happened was not only stressful – it was weird. Like talking to two twins separated at birth. Similar terminology, phrases and testosterone laden piles of machismo bull dung.
I want to pick up the phone some evening soon and hear “Hello darlin’ – I was thinking about you and wondered how your day went?” But you would think I wanted the moon with a bow around it if the frequency of such an occurrence is any indication.
And what am I supposed to make of this comment? “…Well, I have to meet with some people at X and do a bit of work on the house …. Eventually I’ll make it out to Massachusetts …”
EVENTUALLY?
Geez … make my heart flutter with anticipation. It was all I could do to not just snap “Just forget it” and hang up the phone. Eventually is the word you use to describe re-painting the garage, or clearing brush from the side yard, or indexing your record collection. It might be nice to have it done and out of the way – but it’s not really a priority. The problem is if I say that to Hawk he will only get his back up and shut down and spout about how he needs the transition time …and then I will not get the face to face closure I NEED.
I am tired of being the understanding supportive girlfriend. The patient “little woman”. I want to rant and rave and scream and cuss at him – then DEMAND a schedule and a commitment to get his A$$ here by X date or he can just kiss mine farewell.
I’m tired of being lonely.