Family

I'm on vacation in Michigan. It's the last night and I'm wasted. Why am I wasted? One, to drink up the beer I bought and two, because I'm having some marital problems. The drinking up of the beee I bought is self-explanatory. The second issue could use some elaboration.

My wife hung up on me today. At the Soo Locks, she called to "ask" that I bring her the keys so she could get some food out of the van. This was after approximately thirty minutes at the locks and I was a good ways from her. My immmediate response was "Why didn't ypu eat before we left the van?" She then hung up on me. I hate to e hung-up on. If you can't finish a conversation/argument, don't start it. That's my philosophy.

Anyway, ther has beeen a certain tension between my wife and I since then. It built as the night went on. I started drinking (my escape) and se pretended that the world was against her and that she had to do everything herself. (that is, of course, my read of her actions.)

I tried to get over itand move on. I showed her some pictures I had taken and such he was and tried to be "normal." She was still hostile.

Things came to a head after awhile. I was watching TV with the bro-in-law when I heard Claire crying/whining. Thinking that maybe I could help, I went and talked to Claire and then laid down with her to sing her a song. In the iddle of the song, Karen came in to "announce" that she was not going to sleep woth Claire because Claire had not done what she had told her to - go to sleep by herself. This was unexpected since I thought I was helping.

Thigs then progressed rapidly me telling Karen that she had beeen a bitch to me all day and that shhe had hung up on me. Shww denied hangin up on me and stated that her Mom had to go without food because of me (basically).

All ended with Karen stating that she was going to slep with Claire. I told them each - individually - that I loved them and then I left.

Let's see what the morrow brings.

Father's Day

I feel as if I have had a breakthrough tonight. I sent my brother an e-mail that described - very clearly and without all the pride - how I was feeling. It was honest. I miss my dad - my hero.

I sent my mother a father's day present. I never thought about it enough to realize that father's day would effect me. There's also an anniversary comming up. What will that mean to me. Forget me - what about my mom?