Today has not been a good day.
I just wrote this long, extremely pissed off ranty blog about me, and about Rob, and about...stuff. But writing it did not make feel any better, and I'm pretty sure that reading it would not have made YOU feel better, so instead, I deleted it.
What it boils down to is...this is work. this relationship that I am in. Rob admits that he is "somewhere on the spectrum". I admit that I am stubborn and set in my ways, and I have OCD like a mutha. I also don't think that Rob "gets" me sometimes. And instead of asking questions or working to make it better, he just backs off and sticks his head in the sand. Meanwhile, I start thinking about my brother's spare bedrooms...he has MANY.
I have a lot of things I'm dealing with right now. I need a job very badly. I feel like shit MOST of the time, mentally and physically. Right now I don't even have the gas in my car required to get to my brother's house, frankly. Rob doesn't see that, and I feel shitty for asking. I'm not good at admitting that I need help.
Oh, and I totally fucked up my socks that I was knitting. And we are out of eggs.