Getting nervous 

     I never do anything important without giving myself a deadline.  Otherwise I would just keep putting things off.  I decided that Friday is the day that I need to talk to my husband about living separately.  Heck, I need to talk to him about just about everything I write about here.  Maybe a little less harshly, but...you get the idea.  I dread this.  I hate confrontation.  I am fine with it at work.  It's not my favorite thing to do, but I face my fears and get in there.  If I see a 250 pound paranoid schizophrenic being verbally abusive to someone, I stroll on over and tell them to get under control or pack their bags.  I offer to help them pack.  At work, I can pretend to be strong and it usually gets results.  At home I just give up.

 

     D is off from work on Friday, so he will have time to deal with this without having to put on a happy face and go into work.  That's why I picked Friday. He can slam doors, get drunk, whatever.  I just wish it was over with already.  Try to send me good thoughts on Friday.  I could use it.