Friday, August 21, 2015
I'M GETTING SICK OF FAILURE
I tried. I swear to God, I tried. Desperate times calls for desperate measures, so I tried.
I made his favorite food. I put our son to bed early. I tried to get his attention, but was rejected...again. I don't know how much more my ego can take. I'm mortified.
A half-hour ago, after he went to bed (IN THE GUEST ROOM), I was literally crying in the bathtub and praying for guidance. Now, I'm sitting bleary-eyed in front of the computer, and I'm still miserable. I wish that I had a husband that did not take me for granted--I really do. I desperately need support from him so that my mind does not start to wander. The problem is that I know exactly where to find the support I need, but it's not an option. I wish it were that easy.
I'm wishing so many things at this point. I'm close to the edge, and hoping that I will not fall.