If my husband would stop feeling sorry for himself, things around here would be a lot better and I could start focusing more on the positives. I finally laid it out for him tonight, because it would be one thing if he had an ounce of sympathy for the fact that I didn't expect this either, but NOOOOOO. It's all about his misery.
At least my son is taking things pretty well.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
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