after the big fight, i made a decision. the rocker and i don’t know how to communicate. i think it can be a common problem. i mean, you take a guy and a girl, put them in a room, tell them something and odds are they heard two different things.
i know the rocker and i are like that.
and then, there is the problem with us both needing to be right. in every situation. we argued about which cream cheese he used for his bagel last week… we argued about side of the bed i was going to sleep on. i keep finding myself giving in. i’m trying to pick my battles carefully.
my new battle is therapy, not just for me, but for us. i think if we are going to continue on the path i want us to be on, then we have to figure some of this shit out.
and then, we have to figure out how to get me off of zoloft. the therapist asked me about sexual side affects. ME? side affects? yeah, it makes me want it more. i think the rocker doesn’t want it quite as much as i do, but then i am having sexual side affects, right? the rocker and i are going to talk about adding another reason for me to cry at the meeting monday. i said, yeah, i should go off… but do you want to deal with me while i’m doing it?
interesting question, isn’t it.
so, he is going, willingly, to talk to someone else about our communication skills. now, if i could just get him to REALLY move in… that would be a good thing.
Look who’s talking…