Donna reminded me the other day that, while I spend a good deal of time bitching about my current problems, I rarely talk about what she feels is a more likely candidate as the root of my problems... my parents. I've...
Donna has had a pretty rough week, in a grumpier-that-the-people-around-her-care-to-talk-about kind of way. For some reason or another she seems to have been not quite herself. She's been barking at the kids and refusing...
Last week, after I got back from New York, I was flooded with a rush of emotions. Some of which had everything to do with my trip and my personal regret about not having followed my dream to be the cliche struggling actor,...
It's been a primary frustration of mine for quite some time that Donna seems to be, sometimes deliberately, unaware of key moments and opportunities for intimacy and closeness. I'm not talking about sex here either. Well,...
Donna and I have a very bipolar relationship. Duh. We swing from manic to depressive states, sometimes very suddenly, in a shockingly regular cycle.
Obviously, the past few days we were in the valley of the wave....
There's no doubt in my mind that the anxiety Donna feels about me is justified. I've given her plenty of reasons to mistrust me and put her guard up. Having her mistrust and anger aimed squarely at my nuts has certainly...
I hope most of you deduced that Friday was our wedding anniversary.
A week or so ago, I asked Donna if she wanted me to try to score some free tickets to a show at the theater where I used to perform. The same...
I am not beautiful enough to do anything I want.
She is.
The more I beg, the less I get.
Shouting rarely works.
When she's on a diet, I'm on a diet.
Girls fart too.
It's better if I...
As much as Donna is able to hold a grudge, she knows exactly how to show me when she's over it.
Last night, she came to bed in her Getting Drunk And Stuff
"I was talking with a couple of my friends the other day about you making beer."
"Oh yeah?"
"They asked if you 'get drunk and stuff'. I couldn't help but laugh. You hardly drink at all and when you do, it's...
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