It's easy to blame the other when things go wrong in a relationship.
Yes, can agree that seems common place. Though I do not blame my wife save for her own
seeming dishonesty. An example? She has stated she needs mental, emotionally security. I ask her how we're coming along.
"You're still the same old, same old," she tells me.
If she wanted safety, stability, security, how much more of that can you have if you get consistency? Another example? She had a trip for medical reasons. She said she had tried to get hold of a boyfriend to go with her, no dice. There was another, but she wasn't asking him, so I'm told.
I phone her and hear a male in the background while she's out of town. Granted, it may have been something on television. I then text and tell her to be sure the doctors take good care of her. She replies, "we will."
I'm well aware I have faults o' plenty, love. Also, well aware, I've been nothing but fully and completely honest regarding the relationship with her. Will own up to my faults. And did so as she ran down a twenty plus year scorecard, painstakingly fully accurate factually yet twisted in some negative shade of her perception to mean shite it was never nay where heeded to mean.
Just keep in mind, MMM, those same instruments, the colluding religious institutions and governments, have targeted gay people too.
Yes, know well of such atrocities, although not homosexual myself. Of course, how I am is deemed even more monstrous and some even seem to have tried smearing me as a child molester, likely due in part to my sexual orientation.
That failed them too. I just stopped working when students/children were present. Yet here again, when one does well at their given work, others see the need to muck about. We got handed check list sheets to start doing for each room this week from our assistant principal.
Our head custodian will flat out tell us if we're lacking regarding work. He's only said I'm doing better than he figured, but I could always do better. Our agreed motto and mantra, "do better next round." Well last night 'arf arsed it for 'avin' a tink on those bloody sheets, got me arse all steered afar from the work.
Phoned Gene, explained, "arfed it tonight, know the problem, going to get a frontal lobotomy and fix it. No more thinking, just do the damn work." That was left on his voice mail. I'm sure he'll get a chuckle.
Ultimately, may come to me flat out blurting asking, "do you want me doing the work or not?" If not, I can be looking the same as I was looking when I came in the door. I don't play politics and all these sheets are for is "pass the buck, CYA" ... Bureaucracy / politics / bullshit, all the same stripe. I have only time to do me work, not to push paper as well, me betters and more ups is there for pushing papers, I'm there "to do".
Fuck all to do for sexuality, naught? Aye, yet it all goes to the core of folks fucking over other folks for no damn reason, or just for being jealous,"oh that lad is doing well at his work. Can't 'ave that!"
I say piss on 'em all as I get hung, fuck 'em they can't take a joke. It's all their circus, not mine. I just show up, shut up, do assigned work, go home, get paid. Simple, no drama, no hassling anyone. Nay my fault teachers don't do their jobs yet I got to attend a 20 minute long "meeting" regarding fucking cell phone policy around students and teaching. 5 minutes is an hour to custodians, I ought to have charged an extra 4 hours but didn't think to invoice, besides see the paperwork clause.
Yes, know how the world seems to work. I know many so-called witches, Wiccan are simply Lucifarian, Satanist, generally not good folks. I don't normally hang around anyone using clothes dryer settings, such as normal, general as a label. Rather quite selective in friends I keep.
Currently, attempting to keep my wife as a friend, even not still my wife. That may be against better thought, too. *shrugs* Can count on one hand friends at the moment. Yes, know there are quite a few that are online only. Figure maybe two online, I could just show up, and they'd keep me safe, help vanish corpses.
In it all and summing, the world is a brutal place. I'm just tired of everything needing to be a fight. I don't look for nor start trouble, seems it comes along anyway. All I'm kin to do, is do, do finish it, do toss lumps, so the other bugger looks worse for it. And yes, aware one finger points, three point back.
Hence, my apology in advance, and even that seems unwarranted. "Posh all, I was just pissing 'ere season n all."
*nods* Aye the season n all.