| So life is as it should be, I'm back to work and the Mrs. is home with the kids. Now, I realize that today is the 4th, and its special and all that, but dammit, I'm tired. I worked my butt off at the plant yesterday, and my whole body feels like it's on fire. So yeah, when I got up this morning, I wanted to enjoy my holiday with a beer and some video games. This, of course, does not sit well with the wife, who'd been planning all sorts of outdoor activities for us. Barbecue, slip-n-slide, kids, all that fun stuff. I can see her point...she wants me to do more stuff with the family. But guess what? The 60 hours a week I work at the plant? THAT IS WHAT I DO FOR MY FAMILY. Why is that so awful? When I was a kid that's how it was. My dad worked construction, he came home and watched football and we all knew not to disturb him because he's fulfilled his obligation to his family and is now on "Daddy-Time". Where's my daddy-time? Sure, there are lots more involved parents ,and I applaude them, but that's not me, and it never will be. But why isn't what I am enough? I worry that I will never be enough for her. Even if she could put a leash on me and lead me around all day to every activity she wanted, and then I never slept so I could do little things for her all night, she still wouldn't be satisfied and would always be craving more. In the end I feel like that's what will kill us - not her infidelity, and not my laziness. Simply that fact that I do not have enough to offer her of myself. | |||
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