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Mood Busters

I was in a real funk earlier. I had been in a great mood and then suddenly it turned sour. My husband was left wondering what happened.

I don’t think losing my driver’s license helped. It was in my pocket last Friday and then it was gone. I had figured for awhile that it was just in the laundry but I finally concluded that no, no it was not. So today I made a call to the bowling alley and the bar to see if they had it. Nope. This wasn’t enough to put me in a sour mood but it was bugging me. This wouldn’t be the first time I replaced a license I had lost. Anyway, I finally found it. It was caught up inside the dryer. It finally pulled loose enough and peeked out at me so that I could see it and nab it.

I was kinda pissy about a trip to the grocery store. Pat gave me 13$ to buy 2 things of pop and 2 things of juice. He also wanted a candy bar if there was enough left over. Well a 24 pack of the pop was 8$. The juice was 2$ each. I needed at least some of both because I drink the juice when I take my pills and I drink the pop the rest of the time. And yes, I know water is free. Unless you factor in the thousands of dollars of water softening equipment to make it taste like water. I’ve tried the Brita system, still tastes like crap. So I had to put one of the things of juice back. I had the choice between the one I wanted and the flavor Thomas requested. Guess which one I chose. So we get to the check out and I had enough left for candy. So I pick out a candy bar for Pat and one for myself. Then I let Thomas pick out something. Then I find out I was over my budget by 14 cents. Yes. A dime and 4 freakin‘ pennies. Guess who’s candy bar got put back. *sigh* Stupid shit but when you have BPD it doesn’t take much.

I still wasn’t fully in a crappy mood but I was getting close.

Dinner time. Pat asked me to make the boys peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. He wanted to get some protein into Luke. So despite the fact I can’t stand peanut butter I made the sandwiches. I cut Luke’s in half and gave it to him. He pulled it part. Tore it apart. Finger painted with the peanut butter. Ate not a bite. So I gave him a cereal bar. He crumbled it apart and ate not a bite. Then Thomas informs me he isn’t thirsty and isn’t going to drink his milk. This. That. This, that was my breaking point. We don’t have much but we always manage to have food on the table for 3 meals a day. I don’t know how, but it always manages to happen. But food going to waste? Fuck that shit. We are lucky to have enough, we certainly don’t have enough to waste. And I knew. I KNEW that if Thomas’s glass went to waste it wouldn’t be half an hour before he was suddenly thirsty and not able to have anything because either we cut him off or he pisses the bed. I still don’t know if he ever drank that glass of milk. I turn red just thinking about it though.

So how did I pull myself out of the mood?

Well first, I isolated myself.

Then I found my license.

Then I watched Sweden verses Canada curling for the Olympic gold. I haven’t watch much of the Olympics. I can’t stand sports with a passion. However, I’m fascinated with curling. I don’t know why. But I can sit through an entire match. And this match was amazing. Two of the best teams in the world competing against one another, bound to be good. I was rooting for Canada, they lost in overtime. I don’t think overtime is the correct word. I bet Dave could comment with the proper terminology.

And here is where it’s hard to talk about. I’ve been debating this entire post if I was going to bring this to light. I kinda feel like I should. But this shit is embarrassing, yo.

See you all know, if you remember, that I’m schizotypal. Which basically means I have imaginary friends. They were gone for months after I started my Geodon. I mean fully and completely gone. But after I went off it, they came back. Fast as lightening. And now, even though I’m back on the Geodon, they are back. Full force. I’m not sure what this means. I do know, however they serve their purpose. With them I’m less alone. I feel loved. Cared about. Wanted. And tonight my imaginary best friend pulled me out of my funk.

And while I’m at it…

I have many reasons I want to stay with my husband. First and foremost I love him. I may suck at proving this, but I do love him. I don’t know why. Lord knows I hate him one forth of the time. But I still love him. Then comes the fact we have a family together and I don’t want to rip that family apart. Then there is the obvious that our combined incomes can barely support one house hold, how could we begin to support one each. And then there is this. If I wasn’t with Pat, the person I most want to be with is a figment of my imagination. Where does that leave me? And perhaps that is why I don’t love my husband as purely as I should. I’m in love with someone else. Someone who is no real threat to the relationship. I’m not going to leave my husband for my imagination. But someone else, none the less. And this person is, of course, perfect to me. Anyone else? Just pales in comparison. Which is why I was happy with them, him, gone. I was able to focus all my energy on my husband and no one else was in the way.

I think that’s enough confession for one night, don’t you?

One Comment

  1. Ping from Dave:

    Not sure what I can say that wouldn't sound trite, so I'll just answer your question.

    I have no idea what they call overtime in curling, but I do know they're called "ends" so I assume they're just called extra ends.

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