Can Your Wife Be Your Best Friend?
This makes me incredibly depressed. As I’ve stated, I’m an introvert, and I don’t particularly like other women. All my “friends” are flaky as shit (yes, gentlemen, they’re flaky to their own kind as well, it’s not just you). I don’t feel like I have any close friends right now, other than maybe my sister, and she lives half the country away. She visited last weekend, she told me about her marriage problems, I gave her the MMSL Primer, and we had a good long red pill chat. But then she had to leave again, and it made me realize how much I miss having a friend.
Reading Athol’s post makes me realize that I have felt him become a bit detached from me. I don’t like it. I understand it, but for years I would say he was my best friend, and it really hurts to think that the reality is otherwise. Really hurts.
Throw in a good ol’ fashioned gigantic miscommunication fight this weekend, and it makes for a very lonely, frustrated me this morning. It’s cold here today, a cold front just came in and the heater is turned on. I kind of just want to curl up under a blanket in bed and cry myself to sleep for the day.
(Hormonal right now? Yes. Did you even need to ask?)
I’ve got a few minutes to myself while the kids are asleep to just let it out right now, so that’s good. But then it’s time to put on a pretty face and hold it all in till he gets home.
