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You might think this list is for my husband

But it really isn't. Not completely.

There are times when I am suddenly inexplicably mad, with anger welling up and pushing out my ears. I don't know why. I'm sorry.

I don't feel grateful for things you do when you rub it in my face.

Similarly, when you roll your eyes right before you do me a favor, it's not a favor anymore.

I know that my voice gets really annoying and high pitched when I'm irritated. It bothers me too.

Every now and then, I just need some space. It's not you. It's me.

Sometimes I just want to go to the bathroom by myself.

Or take a shower. You know, alone.

There are days when I just want to hold you close. And there are days when I wish you'd go away. I don't expect you to know the difference. At least not every time.

Also, yes, I do think you are a mind reader.

I've thought about it. So have you. That's the definition of normal - when everyone does/says/thinks the dumb thing.

I know I'm not always fun to be around.

Why can't you just pick that up?

No, I don't know why I can't either.

There might be a loud noise upon decompression.

I hope you love me anyways.


Anonymous said…
A couple of thoughts:

1. I have to remind you (agian) - it's about me, not you. me, me, me, me, me :)

2. You know what I meant, it is not my fault that you don't understand the incoherant and incomplete thought I meant to say.

3. No question we all need some me space. At the same time, never forget that the opposite situation (i.e. all me time) is not nearly as easy to escape...
Sarah said…
1,2 - {nod}

3 - Just come live with me :)
Heather said…
This list could transfer to my blog just as easily... but where would we be without these crazy men?

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