theres a fine line..

... between a wild time, and a flat line.

We had the major of all major bust-ups yesterday. I'd been feeling really exhausted and stressed and powerless about all the work that's piling up, the family issues, etc. It got to the point where being his girlfriend topped off the whole trapeze of perfection that I was trying to balance on.

I wasn't being bitter, nor do I think it a *shudder* duty, but there really seems to be a whole lot going on in my life right now. So cue Saturday lunch when we were supposedly having a stress-free meal after I'd gotten a piece written and out of the way, when I brought up the subject of that piece of work again inadvertently, feeling quite nervous about Monday, because I have to make a presentation on it and I really felt like I hadn't covered all my bases.

He gave a terribly exasperated sigh and said something along the lines of forget it or will you drop it or something. I just lost it.

Felt like if he, of all people, didn't realize how hard I had to work to get by, then really, what was the point of it all?

I used to think I'd be fine with a relationship where the couple could discuss work or strategize over lunch or in between hugs and go out and conquer the freaking world together. Not to be bigheaded, but could you imagine two "me's" in a couple?

We'd be running billion-dollar companies, backing each other in the boardroom, travelling the world for meetings but running off in the middle of it to ride a camel in Egypt or hunt for antiques in Istanbul.

I still wouldn't mind that - but he does mind, I guess.
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Somebody I know started a blog - not to rant about their toenails or the color of the moss on their walls (though it seems like I am guilty as charged here too).. but to write about her breastfeeding and what not experience from her giving birth to bringing up the child.

Harh????

I wish I had that much free time to natter on about how eating cabbage is not good for Junior cos it gives him tummy tum tum problems. It is amazing the different paths we took - she probably will never understand why I kill myself over this job, nor will I understand her obsession with NOT eating cabbage. The kid won't die, come on. Right?

I don't know.

I can tell you which option looks better in the UEM-Sunrise deal, though. But I think it wouldn't matter when the kid screams at 3am from too much cabbage.