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Nov. 11, 2008 (journal entry cont)

Why did I get married? I wish there was an answer that meant more than, “because I loved him.” Does love even mean anything these days? Patience, I think out weighs love, because it requires a vast amount of focus and self control. I have to breath whenever he steps into the house, because I am certain his mood will resemble the crack of the Incredible Huck’s a**. Like now, as he vents about ways to keep me warm until the oil company comes to fill our oil tank. I can’t decided what method to choose, boiler heat, oven heat, fireplace heat, or portable electic heat. So, he explodes like a nuclear warhead landing on enemy territory. I simply stare at the man who dredges up the question, “why did I get married?” Then, I breath and exercise self control.

Novmeber 11, 2008 
 
I woke up feeling preplexed, confused actually. You know when you have an early morning dream, but it’s mixed with thoughts you had before you fell asleep? Well, this morning, I started having thoughts of moving out of our home (the one I share with my husband and our puppy), leaving the apartment spotless. Not a speck of dirt, cobwebs or lint is visible. I mean the house is immaculate. It’s been well over a week later, when we receive a call at our new home (new house has radiant floors and a 6ft. jacuzzi tub) from our old neighbor who details a bizarre story about squatters secretly moving in, without the knowlegde of the landlord. Our old neighbor believes them to be new tenants and believe they are such. They play this game for six months, until the landlord shows up and is stunned to find the apartment occupied by three men and their cat. The landlord immediately throws them out and has to redo the entire apartment, because she found a prespective renter. 
  It confused me, because I thought it happened, but wasn’t sure if it happened in our old apartment or the one we were currently occupied. 
  My husband and the dog are making out on his side of the bed. I’m slowly focsung my mind on the day ahead and what I need to work on for chapter two of this novel. 
  I’m going to run 7 miles and then write. First, I need coffee. 

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