Catching up...and family crap

My cold didn’t amount to much, in fact it’s almost gone already. Seriously, I think the Zicam killed it. I don’t like using Zicam, because it’s kind of irritating in my nose and makes me sneeze like crazy. But if you start using it right away, it seems to stop the cold dead in its tracks. This isn’t a plug, but just an honest assessment…Zicam seems to keep colds at bay. When I’m stressed out, I have always gotten colds, and they usually are doozies. This one and the last one about 6 weeks ago were both pretty mild, and I used Zicam both times.

It’s amazing that, although I was kind of sniffly and tired, I actually felt good enough on our anniversary to go out for dinner. We went to a restaurant at a golf club at the top of a mountain, with a beautiful view. It was a lovely day, we watched the sunset, and we had a nice time. But I was ready for bed when we got home..and NOT “ready for bed…heh heh” if you know what I mean. So much for passionate sex on our anniversary. LOL.

I had therapy on Wednesday, but nothing earth shattering. I still had a stuffy nose, and as soon as I got even a little emotional, I almost couldn’t breathe. So we kept it pretty low-key, but I still had some helpful insights.

So, today we had a minor family crisis. Without getting into too much detail…a few months ago, hubby called my brother, who is a lawyer, to help him with a business issue. I love my brother (I guess) but he is a bit of an jerk and not someone I would associate with if I wasn’t related to him. Hubby knows this and has the same feelings. Still, against my advice, he involved my brother, and so of course things are going to shit now.

Big surprise...NOT.

To make a long story short, hubby talked to bro tonight, they argued, hubby got mad, and hung up on bro. Then hubby proceeded to complain to me about bro…at which point I told him “Don’t you DARE involve me in this!” After I stewed a bit...I told hubby "Now I'm upset." Hubby can be a bit self-centered sometimes so he rather flippantly said “Don’t be upset, I’m not…” which in my opinion was kind of an asshole thing to say.

He was basically saying, “It's over for me, so I’m not going to worry about it.” Normally I would have said nothing. Instead, I got pissed and said “Well, good for you, YOU may not be upset, but now I AM upset! It’s not always about YOU and whether YOU are upset!” Fine, he's not upset, but I still have to deal with the family repercussions because this involves my brother. I stomped around a bit, and then fixed myself a strong rum & diet coke, went into the other room and read a book for about an hour. I actually enjoyed the peace and quiet and solitary buzz.

Now everything is fine between hubby and me. He always gets very sweet and nice to me when he is wrong and I stand up for myself. Tomorrow, I will call my brother and tell him that I don’t want to be in the middle of this crap. So it’s gonna be between hubby and bro, not me. And if the two of them never speak again, that’s fine with me. If we never have another family get-together...so be it. I’ll visit my mom as much as is necessary, by myself if I have to, and everyone else can go fuck themselves.

At this point I'm not going to let it bother me. Bottom line…I don’t need the stress. Screw it. (Thank you, Therapy and Wellbutrin!)