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I'm an angry person. Maybe it's what i saw growing up. Watching my dad fly off the handle and put his fist through doors or his belt through me. I was never taught how to handle anger properly and how to communicate without yelling and throwing and making others and yourself feel like ****...
Or, maybe, that paragraph is a cop out. Did anyone ever have the "perfect" childhood? Isn't everyone "scarred" in one fashion or another? I can sit here and type and feel fine. But, ten minutes ago, My girlfriend and I had an arguement over the stupidest of things. I say we, but in all fairness and honesty, it was my fault.
God bless her, she has put up with way too much in the past year and a half. She has endured all the crap that is within me and still finds a space to love me...It's odd, I can say that about a few people but, here she is. Not truly happy with everything but, here.
A friends husband, who is a counselor, offered to talk with me @ a reduced price the other day...Monday, he will get a call frome. {they are both @ the lake this weekend or I would call now.}
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