My day job is not a on-the-go job, usually it is pretty quiet. So unfortunately I have to say I do surf the net alot during work hours. Who doesn't?
I found this on Yahoo (US). Many wrote to Abby and Margo about their lives. It was quite interesting to read about what people were upset, confused, happy and angry about. People asked Abby and Margo about everything! E.g. "If I cook a dinner, should the person eating the dinner be washing the dishes or the chef?" Sometimes such things just get into you and you don't know what will be the best and right thing to do.
Some wrote about their relationship problems. Husbands and wives married for decades and now feeling emptiness about their lives. Some wants to break up, some asked for help to reconcil with their loved ones.
I've been married for nearly 2 years. Now that I thought about it, our marriage anniversary is coming up on the 10th March. I wonder if he would remember. Maybe it would be just the mobile calendar prompting him. It wasn't a horrible fight we had a few days ago, just that I felt so hurt still. I reacted differently this time as I mentioned in my previous blog. I didn't scream or shout. I just kept quiet and do my own things. Still, it didn't give me a better resolution to this pain. I thought things might turn out better since I didn't really react. But no. It became worse. It was so quiet, still very quiet.
I felt so horrible waking up with the stupid pain, no one was there to help me. I felt so alone and angry. I feel like hitting the walls or breaking a glass to vent my anger. But this time I simply control my anger.
Right now, I just feel so gross inside me. My tummy is churning and my heart is weak. I'm not sick. I'm just sad. What's next? I'm just sick of being the one making the first move.
3 more hours till I knocked off work. Sigh. At the moment, I just feel that my life sucks. I have a strong urge to go partying tonight, to take this emptiness away.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Dear Abby/Margo
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