Once upon a time, I know I spent Saturday nights other places than with you. I have no earthly idea what I did with them now, because I keep wanting to come find you, and mark, and talk, and drill - and of course, other things. That I can’t decide which I miss most is promising for our marriage, but miserable right now.
And it’s got to be worse for you, and I keep thinking that and... how are you? Is there anything I can do to help? (I am fairly sure you do not actually want sappy little love notes delivered ostentatiously by owl to you at mealtimes, for example. But if you did, they could be arranged.)
Ugh. I don’t like feeling like this. All roiling and edgy and never settled. And wondering what thing she’s going to come up with next. (And meals are awful. Not being able to talk to you half the time, and I’m just waiting for her to insist I come down for breakfast.)
But - we do have things we ought to talk about. Tallie got some notes to me, and I suppose we ought to think about how to handle Easter hols in general. And I finally got both my parents by firechat, and they’re not happy, but they - well. We worked it out. (Diane, though. That’s still rather awful.)
Anyway. Walk round the lake with me sometime? Or Bathsheba’s said she’s willing to walk down to Hogsmeade and pretend she’s chaperoning (and really ignore us).
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Date: 2013-02-24 02:58 pm (UTC)Once upon a time, I know I spent Saturday nights other places than with you. I have no earthly idea what I did with them now, because I keep wanting to come find you, and mark, and talk, and drill - and of course, other things. That I can’t decide which I miss most is promising for our marriage, but miserable right now.
And it’s got to be worse for you, and I keep thinking that and... how are you? Is there anything I can do to help? (I am fairly sure you do not actually want sappy little love notes delivered ostentatiously by owl to you at mealtimes, for example. But if you did, they could be arranged.)
Ugh. I don’t like feeling like this. All roiling and edgy and never settled. And wondering what thing she’s going to come up with next. (And meals are awful. Not being able to talk to you half the time, and I’m just waiting for her to insist I come down for breakfast.)
But - we do have things we ought to talk about. Tallie got some notes to me, and I suppose we ought to think about how to handle Easter hols in general. And I finally got both my parents by firechat, and they’re not happy, but they - well. We worked it out. (Diane, though. That’s still rather awful.)
Anyway. Walk round the lake with me sometime? Or Bathsheba’s said she’s willing to walk down to Hogsmeade and pretend she’s chaperoning (and really ignore us).