The chest pains are back and with a massive fucking headache this time.
My arms feel like rubber.
The Fella and I aren’t talking because he kept asking me what was wrong and I told him nothing and he said he knew I was lying and I told him if he was expecting my answer to change he shouldn’t and he said if that was the way I was going to be he was leaving and I told him where the door was located.
Sigh.
Hope your day’s better…
What is so hard about saying “I’ve been under a lot of pressure and stress at work with the deadlines etc. You understand, right?” I can tell you this much, had you said the above or a reasonable facsimile thereof he wouldn’t have stormed out. You might have received a massage out of it. Drama….doesn’t….look….good….on guys….our…..age. Time to get over the passive/aggressive routine. But, you’ve given me the push I needed to say something to my partner about a possible move that I’m not thrilled about. Thanks for that, now call Tristan and apologize…….right now….and tell him you could use a massage!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dirk says: …I do not like to be pushed into saying things I don’t want to say. My thoughts are my thoughts and I share them when and if I choose. It’s not drama — it’s not being bullied into being all Dr. Phil touchy-feely.
By: carlnepa on Monday, August 31, 2009
at 10:30 am
CALL THE DOCTOR! Then call Tristan and apologize for being a jerk, and tell him how scared you are. Dirk, you gotta let the people who love you IN!
But, really…….call the doctor NOW
Dirk says: …there will be no calling of the doctor.
By: catrina on Monday, August 31, 2009
at 11:36 am
Tired, crabby, not feeling good then lash out at the one that loves you most, you probably need some alone time, but you still need to apologize.
Dirk says: …what would I apologize for — not sharing my thoughts and feelings? Being an open book is Tristan’s gig, not mine.
By: Lorna Luft on Monday, August 31, 2009
at 12:04 pm
I’m sorry you don’t feel well. Are you going to call the doctor?
Dirk says: …no. If anyone is called, it will be the undertaker. When my heart explodes.
By: javabear on Monday, August 31, 2009
at 12:36 pm
We don’t want storming out of boyfriends. Fix it and try to get some rest.
Dirk says: …I will agree the storming out of boyfriends is not good, but he chose to do the storming because he couldn’t get his way (i.e., me telling him everything he wanted to know). I am not responsible for the actions of others unless I serve them alcohol and allow them to leave the premises in their vehicle — neither of which of occurred because my apartment is a dry apartment.
By: tornwordo on Monday, August 31, 2009
at 2:01 pm
You took the day off to celebrate Debbie’s 39th birthday!
Dirk says: …goddammit — I had no idea. I can’t believed I missed a reason to justify artery clogging cake and ice cream.
By: sean on Monday, August 31, 2009
at 3:50 pm
well at least make sure you leave behind instructions on how to update your blog when you die. So we’ll know why we haven’t heard from you. Stubborn much???
Dirk says: …good point, Barb. If I fail to do Y&R recaps for more than 3 weeks in a row, you can safely assume I am taking the big dirt nap. A ‘mo and his soap are not easily parted — remember that.
By: Barb on Monday, August 31, 2009
at 4:24 pm
If roles were reversed and he had chest pain and stress you would go all ape shit and stuff if he wouldn’t tell you what was wrong, right? Don’t be such a lone wolf going off to lick your wounds. Let the fella help you lick your wounds. Let him wait on you hand and foot and when he gets the swine flu you can return the favor.
Dirk says: …I am by nature a lone wolf, Ed. When he had a health scare last year, I stepped up but that is what I do: I take care of others; I don’t let others take care of me.
By: Ed on Monday, August 31, 2009
at 6:13 pm