Stress

It’s probably not all that bad really.  I just handle stress really badly.  Basically I don’t handle stress at all.  I just go a bit doolally instead.  Anyway, The Ex keeps asking me for relationship  advice.  When will he learn that I don’t have a clue?  Women are a mystery to me.  Men are a mystery to me.  In fact, people in general are a mystery to me.  Perhaps that’s why I find psychology so interesting.  But anyway, I hope him all the best with his latest love interest, but I really wish he wouldn’t seek my advice.  I’ll only stuff it up for him I’m sure.  I might wrongly assume she really likes him (like last time), or wrongly assume she’s not that interested (due to a desire not to make the same mistake as last time).  He has far more experience of this stuff than me.  I really don’t know why he thinks my opinion counts.  All I ask is that he doesn’t shack up with some psychopath who will cause problems for The Child.

Of course, given his recent relationship history, it probably won’t happen at all.

Then there’s the family situation.  My family that is, not The Family.  I always thought we were relatively normal and sound.  Seems that isn’t the case.  We’re about to self implode, and just before Christmas too.  Joy.  Hopefully it’ll all get sorted out, but this whole thing is causing a major headache actually.  Grrrr.

And then there’s The Situation.  Sensible me emerges occasionally, but she doesn’t stick around long enough.  I should end it.  And I’ve given him more than enough chances to end it himself.  Naturally he hasn’t taken them.  He won’t make it easy for me.  He promises not to hurt me etc. etc.  I want to believe him, because I am a complete over naive idiot.  People in these situations always end up getting hurt.  No matter how honest people are being.  Grrrr.  Maybe I’ll have another brave moment soon.  Maybe I’ll have the courage to move on.  It might be tough going at first, but I might loath myself a little less in the long run.  Then again I could carry on as normal.  Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.