Bitch On Wheels

Sally has not been feeling well for the past couple of days...

She's convinced this is a virus or some other thing, but I know it's that she just ran herself into the ground. She'd been working out really hard this week (including two nights out with her girlfriends), hardly sleeping and then after she got home from work on Friday, she just crashed-and-burned.

When things don't go well with her, things just don't go well at all. Funny how that works, isn't it?!

Self-torture

Late nights are the worst. If I'm not sleeping, it's when my mind kicks into overdrive. I start thinking about "the way things might have been, if I'd have made different choices."

It's the ultimate mind-fuck, with no one but myself to blame!

Churnin' and Burnin'

Sometimes that's exactly how it feels...

I'm also never really sure whether I'm coming or going, winning or losing.

On some days, things are great with Sally...

Other days are pure shit. Yeah, it's exactly like that! :-(

Now we're at the point where our sex life is basically non-existent -- and that's pretty fucking brutal.

Add financial pressures and all sorts of other shit on the top of it and you have a real formula for disaster.

I'm wondering exactly how much more I can take before I have to "cut her loose."

It's not that I want to, but fuck -- I can only take so much!

I'm not built for all this self-loathing she's got going on, because I've got my own share of shit going on.