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Same old song...
Dec. 8th, 2006 02:41 pmChaos with Megan, again.
Over the car, again.
My blood pressure is through the roof, again.
I'm tossing and turning and not sleeping, again.
She thinks I'm being mean, nasty, and generally uncooperative, again.
I feel I've bent over backwards already and resent being told I've not done enough, again.
I'm feeling very very tired, again.
She's convinced that I hate her, again.
I've been unable to properly convey that I simply want to be left alone so that I can heal a bit and come to grips with everything that's gone wrong, again.
I've done this dance many times... too many times. I'm so very tired, so tired I'm not sleeping. Yeah, it can happen. I don't hate her, but she'd never believe that. She and I simply don't work together. I need some space and some time, and I'm not getting it, and it's exacerbating an already tense/grim situation. I'm particularly tired of dealing with her over her damned car; I'm wishing now I hadn't co-signed for the fscker. I really only wanted to help make sure she landed on her feet, and now I'm being mauled over it. The road to hell is paved with good intentions: it's entirely possible that this is the most vividly true 'truism' ever uttered.
I'm going to go try and get some sleep. I'm going to hook the answering machine back up and pray that it'll at least work for a while tonight... it's gotten so temperamental that I'd disconnected it, but I've got to try and get some rest and that's the only way I can think of. I need to replace the answering machine. I need... I need... I need... It's become the litany of my life. *sigh* I'm convinced now that I was a lawyer for the RIAA in a previous life; there's no other way this kind of karmic debt could have been gained. G'nite.
Over the car, again.
My blood pressure is through the roof, again.
I'm tossing and turning and not sleeping, again.
She thinks I'm being mean, nasty, and generally uncooperative, again.
I feel I've bent over backwards already and resent being told I've not done enough, again.
I'm feeling very very tired, again.
She's convinced that I hate her, again.
I've been unable to properly convey that I simply want to be left alone so that I can heal a bit and come to grips with everything that's gone wrong, again.
I've done this dance many times... too many times. I'm so very tired, so tired I'm not sleeping. Yeah, it can happen. I don't hate her, but she'd never believe that. She and I simply don't work together. I need some space and some time, and I'm not getting it, and it's exacerbating an already tense/grim situation. I'm particularly tired of dealing with her over her damned car; I'm wishing now I hadn't co-signed for the fscker. I really only wanted to help make sure she landed on her feet, and now I'm being mauled over it. The road to hell is paved with good intentions: it's entirely possible that this is the most vividly true 'truism' ever uttered.
I'm going to go try and get some sleep. I'm going to hook the answering machine back up and pray that it'll at least work for a while tonight... it's gotten so temperamental that I'd disconnected it, but I've got to try and get some rest and that's the only way I can think of. I need to replace the answering machine. I need... I need... I need... It's become the litany of my life. *sigh* I'm convinced now that I was a lawyer for the RIAA in a previous life; there's no other way this kind of karmic debt could have been gained. G'nite.
