Warning, this is a long, venty, LJ type post.
I feel a little tragic writing this, but the truth of the matter is that without my realizing it, P&E has become one of my best friends. I don't necessarily post much, but I do read almost all the posts and I respond when I have something to add.
This has been a rough week at work so I've been off board and I've missed y'all. A lot. DH is out of town for the week (this is pretty normal, he'll be gone next week as well) and we have done nothing but fight. The first fight was on Tuesday and it was about the holidays. Our New Years plans fell through and our back up plans (which I thought were fine) he kept taking off the table and blaming me for. It was a communication clusterfuck to the nth degree. I don't think we've ever had a failure of communication quite as bad as that. Normally I'm the first to say I may have overreacted or been a bad communicator, but this time I'm really saying I think it's mostly him.
Last night he called and I was upset/venting to him about work and he interrupted me mid-sentence to make a joke/movie reference. Really? Can you not hear that I'm upset? Yes yes, I know he was "just trying to lighten the mood" but I felt totally deflated and like he wasn't taking me seriously at all.
It boils down to this: while he is an amazing man/partner/best friend, he is not always the right person for me to go to when I just need a shoulder to cry on. And yes, I knew that going in. I accept that because he's awesome in every other way. It's just that this week I could have really used a supportive friend to just listen and (quite depressingly) I realized I didn't have any. Which left me feeling quite lonely, really.
End sad venty post.