Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing here.
I mean, in this marriage.
Lately, I've been having a real hard time differentiating between the narcolepsy - excuse me - The Narcolepsy and my husband. Usually I can easily tell the difference between the two, but sometimes it feels like they're one and the same.
It's sort of embarrassing to read my previous positive post about sticking it out when things are tough. When I wrote "It's so selfish to be willing to bolt when the bad days outweigh the good," I wasn't thinking of a day like the one we had recently. After that day, I thought, "That's it. I'm done." I'm not exactly sure what I meant by that, but I just wanted to stop the madness.
Once in a while my husband just doesn't seem to care at all about our marriage or himself. There are days when I think he's self-destructing.
But I never said that it would be easy, I guess.