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Monday, March 07, 2005

Being married

I never knew I'd end up in the sort of relationship where I could tell my husband: "I'm having a hard time being married this week," and have him hug me and say, "I know, I know," instead of freaking out and thinking we needed a divorce or a couples therapist.

Because he knew exactly what that meant: I'm having a stressful week, and I really wish I could be able to come home and be absolutely alone.

Last week was possibly the most stressful week I've ever had at work. Even the first week of work, when I didn't know what I was getting into, or how I'd ever be able to do the work--that was less stressful than last week.

I'm used to hiding out with my stress. Being alone, not having to interact with other people, being mindful of every second I have to myself, that's the way I de-stress. It would be so much easier if I could just take a bubble bath, or work out my aggressions at a gym, but I can't.

The good part about it, though, is that Tim is the same way, so he gets my need for being alone. The better part is that talking about it: the stress, the difficulty in learning to deal with having another person there at all times, remaining two people when at times it feels like we're one--it makes me appreciate what an amazing, rare connection we have, and then I'm glad to be married. It's pretty fucking awesome.


Blogger Skeezix said...

This is the thing that worries me most about living with someone else. Sometimes I just have to be alone to brood. I love my personal space.

I'm so happy that you and Tim have the sort of relationship where he understands what you need. That is really special.

I'm jealous bitch.

11:50 AM  
Blogger duckierose said...

I <3 you and tim.

Without alone time I'd just DIE.

2:32 PM  
Blogger Megan said...

I love you both.

7:28 PM  

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