Day 12, no drinking. I’d love a glass of champagne right about now.
The Bulldog is absolutely ridiculous and I don’t think I can do this anymore. I sent him two texts today. The first one to tell him that I hoped today was a better day; the second one was to ask him if he wanted to walk and talk about it.
I heard nothing all day until around 7PM, when I was about to walk out the door with my pup for a walk. He called while he was already walking and wouldn’t tell me what was bothering him, but I eventually found out.
It wasn’t anything in specific - just that he’s in this terrible place, like he’s said many times before. And he whined that nobody understands and that he’s been bracing for this time (that, according to astrology, comes around every 7 years) and cry, cry, cry…
Nobody gets him and he’s frustrated.
There’s only so much of that stuff I can take. There’s NOTHING that I can say that will make him feel better. I can’t do anything else.
What happened to his month of no complaints? Fucking fuck, that’s what.
Work stuff: the week-long offsite brainstorming continues. I will be so glad when tomorrow is over. My counterpart is brown nosing the hell out of these sessions and I’m annoyed as hell. I want tomorrow to fly so the weekend can begin.
Supposed to be nice out this weekend. I want to workout and walk off this bullshit I call Bulldog.
Today gets a 6.
I love you,
GS
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