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"Know my soul, my angel. I'm an evil thing. God wouldn't take me. And the Devil wouldn't either."
"Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy."
"Creativity is a drug I cannot live without."
"Be open to your dreams, people. Embrace that distant shore. Because our mortal journey is over all too soon."
"Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self."
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The One About The Kitten So we got to my mom's house, and chatted with her. Packed a lot of my stuff and loaded it into the car, then went over to my Aunt Mary and Uncle Tims to hang out with them. So... this morning, Sean and I left my mom's house. We went back to Fluffy and Charlotte's to pick up the kitten, and went on our merry little 3 hour drive back home. In the car we were talking about kitten names. And I suggested a few. Styx would have been cool, because not only is it something from Greek Mythology, but it's the band who's concert we met at. Leo would have been cool, because he's a little lion. But Sean said,"No, this is my cat, I wanna name him." And he named him Damian. I was upset at this. Not only does the name NOT fit the kitten, but I was under the impression that Sean wanted to get a cat that would be OUR cat. Please reffer to our last fight, the one about Anukis. He said he didn't like Anukis, because she was MY cat. He wanted to get rid of her. Later that night, after walking to Starla and Cole's house, when Kim came to talk to me, Kim said,"He doesn't want to get rid of Anukis. He just wants a cat that can grow up with the both of you." So here I am, thinking he wants us to be joint parents in this new kitten's growth and whatnot... but NO. It's HIS kitten, he'll name it... and whatever else. So we get home. Bring the kitten, Damian in, and get him situated in the bedroom. Nuki seems to be ok with him, she walks up close to him, sniffs at him, and rarely growls. She's just a little curious and unnerved that there is another feline on her turf. Anywho, Sean asks me to go make the litter box. No prob, I go do it, I tell him I put it in the bed room, wait a while... then I say,"You're welcome." Then... THEN he said Thank You. GRRR! I have a feeling that I'm going to be the one cleaning up the cat vomit, I'm going to be the one cleaning the litter box all the time... but other than that, Damian is going to be his cat. And tonight, I tried asking him a question. The answer was a grunted,"Mmm." I got to thinking, and that's not the only time this has happened, and it annoyes and pisses me off. What am I supposed to think? We'll use this question as an example. "What's your favorite color?" And he replies,?Mmm." Mmm what? Mmm, red? Mmm, I like a nice shade of navy mixed with sea green? Mmm, clear? And so I ask smaller questions to try to find my answer. "Do you like light colors or dark colors?" "Do you like neons or pastels?" And he gets pissed off that I ask so many questions. What the fuck! If he would have answered the simple question in the first place, I wouldn't be asking so many questions to find out the answer! HONESTLY! Maybe I should just stop asking questions? (Note to self: Stop taking an intrest in husband). Now please don't think badly about my husband. This is just my view point and I'm just upset. I often misinterpret things... and it may actually be different than that. I don't know... this is merely how I feel. – Ava "Sometimes we have to be brought to our knees in order to get in touch with who we really are and what we really want. We can't heal until we hit rock bottom."
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