Wednesday, April 7, 2010

What I can't do...

I can't be everything to freakin Cullen, everything to the kids, everything at work.

It makes all the sense in the world that of COURSE because Cullen is pulling on me, which we've determined is okay and fair, that WORK will pull on me hard now too.
It breaks me.
It makes me cry.
I can't- CAN'T be that pulled by both of these forces.
It makes me want to run somewhere safe where I'm not being pulled on. I know just where I'd go.
BREAKS ME.
Since I'm broken and crying with frustration over feeling micromanaged, I went ahead and reminded him that it's review time. He says "Yes, I'm working on it now."
Good. Because I could use a little more criticizm over my inability to do fucking everything, all the way right, all the time. And it's even funner when it comes from someone who I can't talk about the "everything else I'm doing" part to. Can't fucking WAIT.
:(

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