A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Thousand-Two-Hundred-And-Fifty-Nine
Melissa was very upset today, and I wound up agitating her a bunch, and it was not good, but I think I was able to make up for it a bit, and I am working on doing better. I did a bunch of cleaning and vacuuming and took care of a few other things to try and help, and it might have made a bit of a difference. In truth, I am not certain if a certain amount of this is just natural. I mean, she is dealing with a profound loss and it is not as if I can really change that, so I am sure a certain amount of this could just be a typo of venting. Still, I also recognize that I am not always the most aware person, and I have certain difficulties and limitations that might be challenging for her to accept right at this moment. I think that a great deal of this is also the circumstances of being stuck in this house without a car, both in terms of my being frustrated at not getting out during the day, and her own emotions about this house itself.
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