Some weekends make one glad to go back to work. This past weekend was one of those.
The worst part:
On Monday, T's youngest niece died. No, not the one that lives with us. This little girl was only 7 years old and her entire life was a tragedy. She was profoundly autistic, and had both a seizure disorder and a bleeding disorder among her various medical issues. She has been wearing a helmet for the past year or so to protect her head during the seizures. Horrible story short: subdural hematoma that couldn't be fixed. Poor, poor little thing. The funeral was Saturday.
The rest of it:
The niece that lives with us was away for the weekend ~ a volleyball tournament that her cousin was competing in on the other side of the state. So, we decide that Friday would be date night. Got some takeout, rented some lesbo flicks and went home to canoodle. T decided to watch a tv program that she likes first and I said, sure, I'll check my email while you are doing that. She is reading over my shoulder and demands to know what one particular friend of mine was emailing me about. I reminded her that we had invited this couple over for dinner and we are trying to pick a date. She became irrationally jealous and demanded to see the email. I refused. I've been hooked up with crazy before and nobody runs my life but me. No, you may not read my email. Either you love me, trust me and want to be with me or you don't. It's actually pretty simple.
Eventually the shouting died down. The evening was ruined.
Salvaged:
T's best friend came over to watch football with us on Sunday morning. That was pleasant. The Seahawks scraped a win over Chicago, the Saints won but we didn't get to see that game.
Monday:
Happy to have a job that pays the bills, and somewhere to go 5 days a week.
I need to get my life back.
8 comments:
I don't think there is anything worse than a child dying - it is profoundly sad and I'm so sorry for her family.
e - sigh. You need to vent it out more. Really, really vent. She can't invade your privacy here.
Indeed, how sad. My thoughts go out to the family.
Don't call date night, date night. Choose another name. date nights are almost always ruined. At least that's what I keep reading. ;-)
Yay for pleasant football Sundays.
I'm so sorry to hear of the loss of the little one. I can't imagine what her parents are going through.
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Good for you for standing your ground on the email issue. There's absolutely no reason she should be reading your email, especially not hovering over your shoulder.
I agree with greg, vent here all you need to!
Prayers ascending for the family of that little girl. So much sadness.
Yeah, I would have a problem with the lack of trust thing too. Still, it seems like something that can hopefully be worked out?
*I thought I was the only person in the world who uses the word canoodle. That made me smile.
Thank you for your kind thoughts and prayers. She is in a better place, no matter what your theology.
greg - i do vent here, but i don't want to only vent... how tedious would that be? :-)
tod - i think you are right about 'date night'. maybe we should call it canoodle night... or fuck night!
liz - yep, standing my ground. i'm not the joined-at-the-hip share every single thing type.
8dp - it is our single biggest issue and the one that keeps coming up. eventually i will throw in the towel. i guess i'm not ready to do that just yet, but every time she pulls this nonsense i get closer.
heh heh ~ canoodle.
Yes, so sad when a child dies. The future is dashed. What could be is gone. My heart goes out to her parents, you and the rest of her family.
As for jealousy, it can be a difficult thing to get over. I'll admit to wrestling with bouts of jealousy. I hated every minute of it. Luckily it didn't last long. Good luck. I can tell you she doesn't feel good about being jealous and deep down wishes the feeling would just stop.
OMG, e, all of that is just awful. I am so sorry about T's little niece. G also lost a niece years ago at age 12 due to a brain tumor. So very, very sad. Perhaps it was sadness/grief that made T do the e-mail thing. Who knows how those emotions will come out? But I'm with you, my email is off limits to anyone. It's like "real" mail.
I'll be thinking of all of you and sending some good, healing vibes your way. You ALL deserve a break!
Hugs,
GG
Hell, just show her the damn email...
It would have totally made it okay.
I really could care less if my gf looks over my shoulder while I read email even tho she could care less about the email most of the time.
What is the big deal about the email to everyone??
Geesh!
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