I'm Alive

Far out, has my past fortnight been busy or what?! I don't even know where to start...

I got a cat. James named him Bob cos he doesn't have a tail (original or what?). Bob loves to come and see what we're doing when we're on the computer ad promptly lays down on the keyboard. Lets see how far I can get before he pulls that on me...

James has gone back to work. His trip home was full of so many ups and downs. The first night he got home was beautiful - we loaded the ute up with the dogs and esky and drove off to the beach. Had a wonderful night drinking, having fun, and also having a talk about the big things in our lives/future (houses, work, kids etc).

Wednesday (the next day), he just about snaps and we have a massive argument (I don't even remember what it was about). He was still angry with me on Thursday which isn't like him at all - when he gets mad, he gets mad, but its never been for more than an hour or so where he just needs time alone to cool off, and then we make up. Thursday night, I still had no idea what the hell was wrong, and every time I tried to ask him about it, he'd get upset again. I swear he had his period or something *rolls eyes*.

By Saturday, things were better and we were preparing for his step-dad's 60th birthday party. I had a wonderful night, great party, good music and people, all fantastic. It was held at the local golf club, and we'd packed our swag, so at about 2am we drove away from the clubhouse a little bit, and got ready to settle down for the night. Except Mr Shitty Pants cracked it at me again. I wrote it off as a drunken dummy spit which he wouldn't remember in the morning. But he did, and again, wouldn't talk to me about it.

On Sunday, I cracked it at him cos I was friggin sick of his mood, and I drove off. I made it about 1km before I turned around and came back home (as upset as I was).

Things cleared up during the week, all ready for my cousin's engagement party on the following Saturday. Just as we're packing up the ute to get going, I made a comment about how I wasn't really sure if I wanted to camp at the party cos their friends can be real dickheads. For some reason or another, this made James snap again, so we went off to the party in a shit of a mood. The good news was we were the first there (apart from the bride & groom to be), so I vented to her, while he went off with Shane (groom) and we both got our grumps out and all was well again.

The good news is that we've finally sold our old house :) Well, nearly. The contracts are being signed at the moment, but settlement is planned for 11 May, so keep those fingers crossed :) I talked to James's mum about the troubles we'd been having and asked her to try and talk to him if she found the right moment since he wasn't talking to me. She wondered if he was stressed from the house sale because that house is in his name, and our new house is in my name (I'd inherited the land from my dad, and we just hadn't gotten around to adding his name to the title yet, but it was definitely planned). I didn't think that was the reason cos we'd talked about putting his name on the title in the past and were both 100% agreed about it. But I think that was the reason, cos I tried talking to him about the new house title and he perked up immediately. He did apologise at one point and said a lot of things had been stressing him out and he took it out on me, so that was something. Hopefully his next trip home is much nicer.

In the meantime, I'm recharging my batteries tonight cos I'm absolutely stuffed. James has been at me to be more active cos I love my tv and my books and if I can get away with it, I'll sit around all day (not every day, but if I'm in the middle of a good book, or a good tv show comes on, you don't have to twist my arm to get me to sit down). So while he's been at home, I've been doing my best to avoid tv and books in an effort to be more active, and while its worked, I'm fucked. I've been so busy that I haven't been sleeping enough or eating the right foods, so its time for a bit of healthy eating and getting to bed early.

And on that note, I'm off to plonk on the couch and watch Neighbours. Pathetic, eh? :)