So my last post, as I look back today, could very well be the root of all my relationship issues over the past month and a half. Clearly I tempted the fates with my statements about love, and the fates decided I need a reminder.
Why must the bumps in our road consistently be in mid-summer when we’re supposed to be happy and out having fun in a non-winter environment, and WHY must they be right around my birthday every f-ing year???
Is it because we get so busy in the spring due to cabin fever that communication skills fall by the wayside and the fallout occurs mid-summer? Is it just general restlessness? I don’t know, but I’m pretty damn sick of worrying, and even more sick of not talking everything out.