No sorry but everything is okay

No sorry but everything is fine
So he came home quickish last night, knowing full on that I was probably sitting and stewing in my anger. Not really so much after I blogged about it and had a little time to think. But yet, I still wasn't completely over it...

He is the ultimate communicator. He will NOT let a problem get stuffed away by someone like me. He made me look him in the eye. We both talked about what the problem was and how it got to this anger point so quickly. Neither of us said sorry, because we felt each of us was as right as they were wrong.

Walking out to the car to go back to the place he had left from to rejoin our family/friends, he paused at the car door. He looked me square in the face and said, "Michelle, You know that I really love you. I came back here because I do - no matter what." I started to cry and responded in my normal inappropriate way, "NOW you say you love me. DURING A FIGHT? ...[pause]...I guess its better then nothing. Thank you for saying that, but [as I move across the driveway to hug up on him] you are still a poophead." "I know I am."

See my kitty knows I am in a bad spot right now. Money is a HUGE stress to me. I am mentally diverted with dealing with my exhubs medical shit and the kids. The kitty thinks we are beginning to be too co-dependant on each other and wants a place of his own, but doesn't want to leave me high & dry...PLUS I HAVE A HUGE PROJECT FOR MY VANILLA JOB THAT I HAVE TO GET FINISHED ASAP...

So dear readers, if my blogs seem a little up and down as of late it is nothing more then the everyday rollercoaster known as my life~ but I like a good ride!

Lv M