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"Gold light breaks behind the houses. I don’t see what’s strange about this." - The National
I've been in a weird place this week, like I'm sort of out of sync with the rest of the world. Maybe it was my mini-vacation at the end of last week. I don't know. The worst part is this disconnect has carried over into my interactions with Jerry. I know, I know. I'm just asking for trouble by posting anything less than shiny, happy details about my relationship with Jerry when so many people wish us ill will, but we have problems just like everyone else. Besides, I think it's good to present all aspects of my life in an honest light.
Speaking of light, Jerry didn't care much for these pictures. He said that the light was strange. For some reason this really bothered me. I think it was because I really loved these photos specifically for the light. We are so often on the same page that it's a real jolt to my emotions when we disagree on things, and we've seemed to disagree on things a lot lately.
It all started when Jerry got sick on the way back home from our trip to Richmond last Thursday. I mentioned to him several times over the next 3 days that he should go to the doctor, but he kept saying he was getting better. On Sunday night he had one of the worst cases of chills I've ever seen in my life. On Monday morning I asked him one last time if he was going to the doctor, and he got really pissed off at me for "pushing" him.
His cold attitude toward me really hurt, so I've kept my distance this week. The few interactions that we've had have been more "disagreements." Jerry is a master at building walls, and I usually try my best to tear them down, but I just didn't have the energy this time. I think it's because I was coming from a place of love and concern for his well being, and he made me feel like a nagging fool for it. I've since informed him that I will never mention the word "doctor" to him again. He seemed annoyed by my declaration. He has also been telling me I should "go to the doctor" whenever I complain about any ailments now. Smart ass... Anyway, we've spent the last few days living like distant relatives, exchanging social niceties and going about our household tasks, but not really communicating.
Relationships are hard, man. Jerry and I have certainly come a long way from exchanging loving quotes and sweet nothings over emails with each other just a couple of years ago. It makes me wonder. Does everyday life and all the burdens that come along with it eventually transform us all into former ghosts of ourselves shuffling around our houses barely noticing one another? Are all relationships doomed to turn into shit in the end?
I don't think so. I think it just takes work, even for soul mates. Jerry and I had a good talk last night, and I feel much better about things now. We agreed there were faults on both sides, and we were even able to laugh about some of it. I've realized that it's only natural to see each other through a strange light every now and then. The important thing is we found our way out of it, together.
I've been in a weird place this week, like I'm sort of out of sync with the rest of the world. Maybe it was my mini-vacation at the end of last week. I don't know. The worst part is this disconnect has carried over into my interactions with Jerry. I know, I know. I'm just asking for trouble by posting anything less than shiny, happy details about my relationship with Jerry when so many people wish us ill will, but we have problems just like everyone else. Besides, I think it's good to present all aspects of my life in an honest light.
Speaking of light, Jerry didn't care much for these pictures. He said that the light was strange. For some reason this really bothered me. I think it was because I really loved these photos specifically for the light. We are so often on the same page that it's a real jolt to my emotions when we disagree on things, and we've seemed to disagree on things a lot lately.
It all started when Jerry got sick on the way back home from our trip to Richmond last Thursday. I mentioned to him several times over the next 3 days that he should go to the doctor, but he kept saying he was getting better. On Sunday night he had one of the worst cases of chills I've ever seen in my life. On Monday morning I asked him one last time if he was going to the doctor, and he got really pissed off at me for "pushing" him.
His cold attitude toward me really hurt, so I've kept my distance this week. The few interactions that we've had have been more "disagreements." Jerry is a master at building walls, and I usually try my best to tear them down, but I just didn't have the energy this time. I think it's because I was coming from a place of love and concern for his well being, and he made me feel like a nagging fool for it. I've since informed him that I will never mention the word "doctor" to him again. He seemed annoyed by my declaration. He has also been telling me I should "go to the doctor" whenever I complain about any ailments now. Smart ass... Anyway, we've spent the last few days living like distant relatives, exchanging social niceties and going about our household tasks, but not really communicating.
Relationships are hard, man. Jerry and I have certainly come a long way from exchanging loving quotes and sweet nothings over emails with each other just a couple of years ago. It makes me wonder. Does everyday life and all the burdens that come along with it eventually transform us all into former ghosts of ourselves shuffling around our houses barely noticing one another? Are all relationships doomed to turn into shit in the end?
I don't think so. I think it just takes work, even for soul mates. Jerry and I had a good talk last night, and I feel much better about things now. We agreed there were faults on both sides, and we were even able to laugh about some of it. I've realized that it's only natural to see each other through a strange light every now and then. The important thing is we found our way out of it, together.
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