So, I do think that I got rid of the required 70 pounds. I mean, I got rid of at least 20 pounds in books and probably another 30 pounds of clothes. As well as some other odds and ends. However, if we hadn't've been moving, I doubt I would've got rid of half the stuff that I did. Oh well, I'll take success however I can get it.
So, today, my husband received a birthday card in the mail. I asked who it was from and all he would say is someone, with this goofy patronizing smile on his face. And then he said, you are always so curious. So, I said, well, fine then, don't tell me. But he always does this. Anytime I ask about his mail and/or texts. As if I shouldn't know this information. Maybe I am curious. Maybe it is more that I love him and I want to know about him, even the mundane stuff. If I stopped asking, what will he think? Will he think that I don't care or will he think that this is the way it should be? Whenever I get a call or a text, he asks me about it. So why can't I ask him?
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