banshee1

Thank you all for your concerns, it was really no big deal. I was singing in the kitchen while cooking dinner and my husband told me to stop and that I was "freaking him out". It was a christmas carol and we're not christians. It just popped into my head and I was singing while working.

Now three years ago I probably would have dumped dinner down the drain, but I have a better handle on my temper than I used to. Anger accomplishes nothing and I refuse to argue. So the little anger face on SG was all I could muster.

I feel like I'm living with a roommate. In general we get along just fine. We're a great team when it comes to housework and getting things done. But there is no passion. I guess there never was. I think he was tired of being alone and I wanted somebody safe after my first marriage. Now I know I fucked up and he feels it too. Two failed marriages by 30, that's just wonderful. Lately I'm feeling like I want to run away. Such a childish notion.

I still have this deep desire to be on a beach somewhere. Which is odd because I'm not the beach type. I have red hair and fair skin so the sun has never been my friend. I believe it is the warmth I long for.

-=banshee