maleficentmoi

I am a picture of pure lethargy. I have no ambition. My creative impulse is nothing more than a dried up sheet of snotty tissue paper in a dusty trash bin. It is the sheer craziness that has housed with me and my wife that is to blame. My wife, the center of my world, drives me crazy. The past six months have been so wild and frantic in my heart that there could very well be a fucking hurricane in there. Still, I plod along. What else is there to do? My wife, thankfully, has come back down to Earth and my reassurance of our vows grows with each passing moment. For now, at least... Why the trepidation? Well, that's relationships, enit? What fun would social binds be without conflict, stubbornness, and plain stupidity. I admit that I have been on the high road all of this time with my wife, but that alone is indication of my failure. Obviously I'm doing something wrong.

I have walked from this latest bloody battle with a feeling of inadequacy. It's just like high school all over again. Yet there is no white flag in my arsenal. I will continue to fight for this woman even when there seems to be no conflict. That is what I've learned from all of this: peace doesn't necessarily mean happiness. This could prove maddening, but it seems the best thing I can do right now. I love my wife, and though she has returned to me, I will take nothing from her for granted. Onward, stupid love-struck soldier...