I'm a difficult person to get along with. (ending first sentence with preposition...way to go)
The closer I let a person get to me -- the more they become familiar with thtat fact.
The three people that are most familiar with my difficult-to-handle status are my husband, daughter, and stepson.
Come cuddle - give me space.
Come talk to me - shut up I'm watching tv.
Give me kisses - stop slobbering on me.
I want to feel needed - why are you all so needy?
Give me some alone time - why are you all avoiding me??
Hubs puts up with a lot.
Be funny - stop making stupid jokes - stop saying you aren't going to be funny though.
Make me feel sexy - stop staring at my boobs - be spontaneous - can't you see I'm busy??
He still loves me. And I still love him.
We've been through a lot.
We know that we're bigger than my moods. They come. They go. Medication helps.
We're best friends - even when we're each other's greatest potential enemy.
We're both wonderful parents, great partners, fantastic lovers.
Life is good.
Babe, I love you - now go somewhere for the weekend with the kids so I can REALLY miss you!
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If you can relate to this post...this song sums it up to a T!!