My Frustrating, Anxious, Overwhelming Week
“I’m FINE”
It’s a Tuesday, and I have the day off. I’m three days in to my week, and I’m finding myself on the brink of snapping. Or collapsing. Take your pick.
I figured this out when I took my dog for a walk this morning. It was right after I’d had another frustrating moment with my husband before he left for the morning.
For the past 3–4 weeks, I haven’t had any quality time with my spouse. He works full time, and recently started a handyman side gig. He also coaches on the local high school track team. He has been mostly absent doing one of the above three things. I see him for a handful of hours a week, and that’s usually him decompressing.
I know I need more attention than he does from a partner. I don’t consider myself needy by any means, but I am in comparison to him. He is virtually independent of any emotional dependency. I’m not just saying this, these are words from his mouth.
I also feel guilty for having these internal complaints, because it’s not like he’s drinking, gambling, or cheating. He’s doing the things he loves. I’m happy about that. But still, I need my husband’s companionship.
Needless to say, I spend most of my time at home alone. Well, not exactly alone, I have pets. That’s the companionship I get right now, my…
