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Today was...not the best. Really, this whole weekend has been bad. Friday, I got pulled over and got a ticket for having expired tags - stupid me forgot to get new ones last month. Yesterday I thought my car was going to be fixed, only it didn't work, so that's STILL on the to-do list. But today was worse.
Matt and I never fight. We never have bad times. It's always, always, always perfect.
Except when it isn't.
I mentioned something offhand that, while not something to be particularly proud of, I honest-to-god didn't think would be a big deal.
It was.
So I got the I'm-so-upset-I-can't-even-talk-to-you treatment for a good hour, and fakey I'm-still-goddamned-upset smiles for most of the rest of the day.
That freaked me the fuck out, because this is the most important thing in my life, and I honestly do not know how I would go on if anything ever happened to us.
Things seem ok now, I think. I hope. I wish we were better at this, but that would mean it would have to happen more often, and I don't want that either.
*sigh*
Matt and I never fight. We never have bad times. It's always, always, always perfect.
Except when it isn't.
I mentioned something offhand that, while not something to be particularly proud of, I honest-to-god didn't think would be a big deal.
It was.
So I got the I'm-so-upset-I-can't-even-talk-to-you treatment for a good hour, and fakey I'm-still-goddamned-upset smiles for most of the rest of the day.
That freaked me the fuck out, because this is the most important thing in my life, and I honestly do not know how I would go on if anything ever happened to us.
Things seem ok now, I think. I hope. I wish we were better at this, but that would mean it would have to happen more often, and I don't want that either.
*sigh*
