Help/ Whelp/ Yelp

So I was servicing a contract today and it was taking me awhile... Ron came out to the place I was working at and we were chatting business as I prepare to take over his company next week. I got a little behind (maybe 20 mins) and Wife came out to help and was just filthy to me all night. I came home and all she said was she was going to bed.

I just feel like I am always trying and am always getting shit on. I honestly say things like "Maybe if I do ____ , she'll stop hating me."

I just want to be loved. I want to be appreciated. I am a romantic, and while I cant do grand things all the time.. I DO like to do them when I can. I am adventurous. I like to do crazy things and leave in a car with an unknown destination. I would pick up today and leave to move to another country.

Years ago I had a dream that I was living in the British Virgin Islands with a Day job and a small house on the beach. I can still picture the house. I had a girl with me in a bikini who sold seashells on the beach to tourists and I mixed boat drinks at night for small groups of friends...

Wife said she was out of town today working for her company but I saw our car around town. She said she had borrowed another friends car which was more reliable to make the trip but when I called to see how she was our car was in the driveway. She said she was still out of town. While many parts seem possible, they dont hang together well. If she is borrowing her friends car, why would her friend drop the car back at our house before Wife returned home.. just makes for more trips... and then how did the friend get away from here... For a brief period i thought wife may have been covering something up, and I came to realize I was ok with that... as long as she makes the first move away from me, I can finish the job...

Guess I should head to bed.. I have an early service call tomorrow morning...

Cold cold heart

Hard done by you

Some things look better baby

Just passing through

And it's no sacrifice

Just a simple word

It's two hearts living

In two separate worlds

- 'mous