Me. I’m contrary.
We’re going to the therapist. But I don’t want to work on the marriage. I don’t care. I just want to be done with this. I know I should work on the marriage since he is finally willing to go to counseling, but I just want to run screaming.
I came home tonight from work, after dark, and he had a candle lit in a lantern in my garden. It was so pretty. But I felt so angry that he did that. How dare he do something nice.
Contrary. I am just contrary.
I wish I could go away. I want a break from all of this emotional turmoil.
Can I cry now?