So, it’s a new year. I haven’t written since before Christmas and one of my new year’s resolutions was to write more often. Not only because that was my life’s ambition, but because it offers some sort of outlet for everything. I haven’t really gone into detail a lot on my blogs, because it was no one’s business really. And they usually never wanted to hear anything about me or anything. I mean, one big reader; myself. But I guess in the long run, I will be happy that I did this; happy that I can look back on my life.
So it’s basically the same old thing going on. Just working a lot, not seeing my husband a lot. I think that is putting a huge rift between us. We never used to fight a lot. But working 12 hour days, when he only works 8 or sometimes less, and I am never home, and I mean NEVER home. And then when I do get home, I just want to go to bed, and I get in trouble for that. I have started getting up in the mornings to work out, and he seems unhappy with that too. That is the one thing that I give myself; the one thing I do a day that I do just for me.
I refuse to give it up.
Just call me selfish I guess, but I don’t really think that I am being selfish. I just want to look good; for him mostly. And for some reason it all comes back to me not caring or wanting to spend time with him. There are just certain things that come with my job. I HAVE to work weekends; I HAVE to work late. There is no way of getting around these things. They just are.