The two are completely unrelated!
We had our first official fight. It started yesterday at lunch and continued into the wee hours of the morning. As of this morning, we have it mostly resolved. Mostly. I still have a few things that I need to discuss and I have a feeling he wants to just forget that it ever happened. But I am a person who needs to have resolution and understanding. I hope he can deal with that. We both avoid conflict at all costs but I know that is not good for me, him or us.
I hope he is willing to be a partner in this relationship because right now I feel like I am alone. I feel like he is looking out for himself and barely regarding our relationship (let alone looking out for me and my well being).
As for the bruises, Mr. P LOVES fish. In addition to bringing 2 cats with him, he also came with a 5-gallon fish tank, a 10-gallon fish tank, a 20-gallon fish tank and a 55-gallon fish tank (there is also a 2-gallon tank being kept in the closet at the moment). I used to have a fish tank of my own, but decided it was way too much work and got rid of it before I moved into this smaller apartment (less than 800 sq. ft). Needless to say, we have fish coming out our ears!
Mr. P has a beautiful fish in the 55-gallon tank, it is just too aggressive for some of the other fish and needs a new home. We decided that we would set up a 55-gallon tank in my office, then manga, the 2 barbs and orangie will have a new home. It was my job to wash the gravel for the new tank... all 75 pounds of it. I spent most of yesterday afternoon on my knees in front of the shower. I had a big bucket filled with 25 pounds of gravel and water. The cleaning process was like kneading bread dough... except with rocks, and on your knees, covered in cold water. Today, my forearms have huge swollen, bruised spots where I was leaning on the tub for leverage. (Also the same EXACT part of the arm that rests on your desk when you type...) I got about 35 pounds cleaned... and I think that is all that I have in me. Poor fish, they better hope Mr. P is willing to clean the rest.
This is a big week, its going to be my nephew's 3rd birthday this weekend! I get to have my own little party with him tonight and I'm in charge of the birthday cake! I think I will make him one in the shape of a hammer or wrench, he is ALL about tools right now.
Monday, February 25, 2008
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The good news is when you get tired of the fish you have on-hand, fresh appetizers (I suggest garlic and herb butter)...
What? I mean really...just a thought.
muahhhhahahaaaa, I love it!
Next time we are in the middle of a fight and he demands to know what is for dinner... I might consider fixing something for him!
Ah my dear, I was in this exact same place two days ago (minus the fish). Oddly ODDLY enough I was talking to my 19 year old son about feeling pretty low and he said "Oh, Mom, you know guys get over that stuff way faster than women do."
And sonofabitch if he wasn't right.
Still, the internal bruises were why I wrote my story, and I know you understand.
Hang in there. This doesn't mean the brand new sparkly relationship is doomed. Just means the bastard needs a little more training. *evil grin*
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