The talk with Deputy Dad went well.
I was surprised that he didn’t seem surprised. I told him as much, and he said he had wondered if I’d been “having those thoughts.”
“THEN WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY ANYTHING?”
“Well, if you weren’t having those thoughts, I didn’t want to, you know, give you any ideas.”
What we have here is a failure to communicate.
With our crazy schedules – he’s at work when I’m at home, and vice versa – we just don’t sit down and TALK as often as we need to. Last night, we each found out that we’ve had some misconceptions about what the other is thinking and feeling lately.
We ended up talking for almost three hours. Once we’d exhausted the topic of my mental health, we moved on to other things. It was…it was wonderful. It was so nice to just TALK to each other, to spend some unhurried, unbusy time together. Not that there weren’t plenty of things to do around the house, mind you. It’s a wreck. But last night we ignored everything else and just focused on each other.
I’ll see my doctor this afternoon at 1:00. I don’t plan on spending any time on the computer at home this evening, so I’ll try to update tomorrow morning.
Thank you all so much for your continued love and support. It has helped more than you know.