Story of My Life

My wife and I have been fighting lately about my older son, who you know a little about. She has pretty much had it with him and I have too, but I'm not able to let go (story of my life) as much as she has. As it turns out, that wasn't what we were fighting about last night.

She was pissed at me because I've been in a funk for these past few weeks and she's frustrated and tired of having to deal with my bad moods. She's never been the most compassionate person (and why I called her "Miss Compassionate" yesterday) and one thing led to another and all of a sudden, it was like we were time traveling on Lost.

She was going on about how we've grown apart and how we no longer have anything in common and I was complaining about how nothing ever seems to change. Then we asked each other what we want and we each answered, "What do you want?" because neither of us had the guts to state the obvious, so instead we said that we just want to be happy, whatever the hell that means, which always leads to a few moments of silence that's part mourning, part confusion and part just catching our breath.

And then we talked about how maybe we should go our separate ways when the kids go off to college in a few years and how that would be the best time to do it so we wouldn't have to abandon our family, which is as fragile as it's ever been and that's saying quite a lot. And after arriving at all of the usual non-conclusions, I went upstairs to our bedroom and she stayed downstairs in the den with our three tiny dogs.

BTW, is this making you wet?