The Pen Collection
If there is anything I will steal from you it will be your pen. That is, if you have one worth stealing. I collect pens. I haven't quite got to the upper end...
That move turned out to be a bad choice. You get what you pay for. You get bad schools. You get bad roads. You get a neighborhood full of people that you would never associate with. Did she blame me for this? No.
Now I tell her when need to make even more to get out of where we are to a better place. Does she understand? Yes. Do I understand what all this has done to her and to us? I tell her I do, but I am slow to learn. She is a much more patient, trusting, understanding person than I am.
We met online. Not through Match.com or anything like that. We met through a social network. We chatted for months and then she came to see me. We have been married now for 3 years. I would have never met the most perfect person any other way. And she it perfect. It's me that needs the work.
I love her and she loves me. We both know that. But the nights of me staying up late to get a handle on work and the weekends of telling the kids,"No, daddy has to get some work done." has done some damage to this love. I have forgotten how to bring it back.
Plus I am paranoid. One bad day of sales and I'm Chicken Little. The next day, I spend even more time here with this stupid machine.
The picture is one of my favorites. Shortly after we met, we took a motorcycle trip to the Salt River Valley. Our relationship just came naturally back then. We had just fallen in love. Every worry and issue could be conquered by that fact. The worries of the world were farther away and when they got close, we could handle them.
But the worries of a new family and bills to pay clouds what feelings and inclinations that would have come naturally in the past. When I was single, I read all the books you could think of on "How to Get the Girl." Because I was, to make a long story short, a nerd. But now, I am confused and lost. I know some things not to do, for example:
Yeah, I can keep adding. But it's the "what to do" I want to learn. I am trying. I will start reading something other than the latest issue of Wired. Here are some posts I found:
To Be Continued...
Nobody Blogs About This.
Strange.