Here's my workaholic hubby doing his firewood business all over our back yard. (It looks like the Duke's of Hazardville, stuck ruts everywhere, wood mounds everyway you turn. There's only three months till our Son's High School Graduation party is to be held here. How are we ever going to clean this up???!!) It's -4 temperature and there he is out there working like it's nothin. Notice the lack of a coat? the lack of common sense? brain cells? Makes me feel like he'd rather be out there than in here. I just enable this, I can't say no, cause he'll just do it anyway. It's out of control. We never see eachother anymore, except to brush our teeth, supper occasionally, and the other vital parts of the relationship are all but gone. I can't even tell when to trust that when he does stay home for a Saturday, that he'll make that committment ever again. Okay, so we had a terrific day today ...so that he could feel like he was out of the Dog house with me (for getting my van stuck in the back yard to make the snow more packed for his truck not to get stuck), but I don't believe for one minute that it will ever happen again this next three months. I need help. I need an WA meeting to join, anyone know of one I can join? ...Or am I just jealous of his affair with the woods?
