I've been thinking about blogging about this for awhile, but have hesitated and have found that my blog is filled with meaningless blather. This is what makes me sleep way more than I need to. This is what makes me drag through my days. This is what keeps my individual therapist busy. Keep me in your prayers.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
I'm about to get ready for our marriage therapy session. I think this is session number eleven or twelve. Our presenting issue was lack of space in our tiny apartment. We lived well in two apartments in two states for 14 years, then got married and when we couldn't find a place to share-for reasons too sensitive to share here, I said, move in here. I have regretted that ever since. I lived here with another person once before and when she left, I said never again. I made a mistake. Was it too big a mistake?