Well, what can I say? Not the best of weeks.
Kip is sore, but doing ok. The big pudding had a NEW hoofprint on his ass, though…you’d think he’d learn to duck, or run or something. The last vet bill just came in, £47.00, and this last one will be much more.
Today was spent talking via IM to the developers in London, emailing, uploading code, doing product shots, documenting bug fixes, soothing hurt feelings and god knows what else, all at ninety miles a second. I’m wiped out, and I still need to put together one of the freelance sites that we contracted to do. Erk.
And then there was the whole “stalker” issue. Not really a stalker, I think…just someone out to fuck with other people and cause problems. This had to do with a few very coy posts and comments like “I love you” and “sweetie darling.” Whatever. This was uncomfortably enough like past history that and I have gone through, things that were very hurtful and difficult to overcome and forget, and so I jumped on Phil about it. I admit, it wasn’t the best of days, I was exhausted and at the end of my tether and the bitch just yanked my chain. I tend to yank back. So, he got upset and temporarily deleted his journal, and she posts a “Where is Wandringsoul? I miss you. *sigh*” post. Not great.
Yes, it’s stupid to let idiots on the net who don’t even know you affect your life. I do know this. But trust is a difficult thing to regain once lost, and nowadays my first instinct tends to be to walk, rather than stay and talk things out. There are a lot of flaws I have to work on, and if I ever make my way down the whole goddamn long list to that one, no doubt I’ll try to fix that one, too. But don’t hold your breath.
Anyway. Phil…I’m sorry. I love you. We’ve been together for so long, so many years. Being married to you, coming here, accomplishing everything that we have has been an incredible ride. We’re good together.
And so, I’m sorry for being a bitch last night.