Post by Rey Kahuka on Nov 15, 2019 21:03:47 GMT
With her being my second wife you’d think I’d learn my lesson.
Sometimes it’s ok to have silence. I’m not a roadie for the Stones. I don’t work at NASA. I didn’t score 35 points for the Sixers last night. I have a boring job and I myself am boring. I have nothing big to talk about during an average work day. And technically neither does she, but apparently I’m wrong about that.
I used to see this therapist and one of my issues we’d talk about was the concept of “my time” vs. “their time.” Working, the commute, going to bed, cooking dinner, that’s all their time. I don’t consider it my time unless it’s something I want to do and don’t have to do. Watching tv. Reading. Playing with the cats. Walking around the neighborhood. Her telling me this during “my time” becomes a “not my time” and reduces the limited amount of “my time” that I have and I fucking loathe it like Gabe Kapler to the power of Andy Reid. This sounds like I hate my wife but really I just hate this one fucking thing.