Things just change between people. I guess that will always be true. I didn't want it to be true about us, but I'm starting to see.
If I play brain dead and cook the dinner and watch the TV and try not to feel too much of anything it's livable, but it isn't a life.
I just don't want to make a mistake, and end up more miserable than before. Every day I understand a little more about that fucking phrase "I wish I knew then what I know now". I'd have sidestepped this one completely.
At least there has been fun outdoor fire time. Very summer in the 70's kind of feeling, with a fun little tinny radio and just enough creepy ambiance liberally sprinkled with beer and smoke.
