Those of you who pray, please pray; I'm off to Santa Cruz for another two days of sailing, the second weekend of my class, which is a good thing. But the tension between S and I has only grown, or simmered without resolution or closeness, and then blew up tonight. Over chores, mostly, making the bed. Yeah, critical shit. Actually, we have deeper issues; perhaps those are what's really up. I know we were both undernurtured as kids; I know we both have a lot of anger. I know I'm not the perfect person and neither is she. I know it would be great if life were one long vacation, plenty of money and people to clean my house and no work stress. But my experience is so far from that. I truthfully don't know how other people live, what their lives are like, but even apart from my ocd and depression, which really are in remission, healing, life is still often very hard. I don't know how people with more than one kid keep up with it, or with a baby. I'm beginnin...
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This is indeed good news. Prayers will continue to flow your way as you guys wait any further developments and whether or not to go through with the 'vaz'.
As someone who has been through it, it is not that bad...as long as the person performing the procedure remembers that you are a man and not a cow with so many utters to pull on. Enough said.
Keep me posted.
Peace.
Mike
I'll note the udder analogy when I talk to the urologist next time. All of this reminds me of how often women have to go through embarassing procedues as a matter of routine.
t
I just noticed that I spelled udders wrong in my last comment. I'm so glad I teach history and not english.
no worries. With some things, it doesn't matter how you spell them, it's what you do with them.
t