Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Anger Management

I've crossed over.

Today I'm just pissed.

Pissed about the way things are.

Pissed about the way things are going to be.

Pissed that things aren't the way I thought they would be...

or wanted them to be...

or, quite honestly, felt I deserved them to be.

I'm not too big a person to admit that, though, I'm not proud of it.

I'm having a hard time not wanting to blame someone.

Mr F is closest.

Unfortunately for him.




The good news is TCM is airing 31 days of Oscar winning movies from years past. Oh I enjoy me some strange mix of movies when I'm feeling down. Last night was The Devil and Miss Jones (excellent). Tonight it's Never Cry Wolf.

8 comments:

Julie said...

It really has not turned out the way it should have with your move. And then to have all the other shit happen...like the money stuff and the freaking broken butt.

I'd be pissed off, too.

northerngurl said...

I feel for you Mrs. F. I have been there, done that and a move is difficult at the best of times, let alone with the economic mess that's happening right now, and you're broken tailbone. You're entitled to be pissed off!

Jane said...

You have every right to be pissed off. Vent away!

P/F said...

99% of the time I'm fine with the fact that we moved to MI 9 years ago for a much more personally rewarding job for my husband.

1% of the time, I resent that we left our home, family, and my personally rewarding job to make him happy. Never said that before. Good times.

I'm feeling for you Mrs. F.

Mrs Furious said...

P/F,
I'm glad you shared that.
And I hope that in 9 years I'll be 99% okay with it (... well... I guess I really hope in 9 years we aren't still here...)


Julie & Norhterngurl,
Thank you.


Me, Myself & I,
never fear... there will be plenty o' venting ;)

Anonymous said...

ah, I am so with you--and we haven't moved YET. :(

Deb said...

I have burned through the anger cycle many times since our move. It seems like every boneheaded thing my husband does only resurrects it. I wonder when you get to move past that stage (you know, the one where you want to beat your husband to death with the nearest soft object).

Mrs Furious said...

Deb,
soft object?!!! You're further along then I am ;)

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