My first domestic squabble of the year shall be charted in my bullet journal.
Okay, not really, but that's all Mastodon got. I shall try calming down by taking a break and then go back to bed, see if the sleep magic happens. I wanted to let you know the whole idea for the 50th party was the sadness that Joe ruined my 40th. I was two years shy of 40 when I met him a decade ago, over the holidays. I told him if I wasn't married by my bday, I'd do the Vegas/Elvis thing. He kept mentioning 1/2
Vegas over the years, always a few days after he hurt my feelings to the point that I became visibly upset, "hurting his feelings". He'd want assurance that our bond was strong, and it wasn't. So. Yesterday at 1 am he picked a fight, I stood my ground, not perfectly, but I kept pulling back to compassion while keeping my boundaries maintained. This party is motivation as well as celebration, a reminder on my feets. However, he wrecked my damn sleep.