I was going to put it in the topic "When you need a laugh." Then my h just called and guess what? He isn't coming afterall. His alternator is bad. Hmmm the part of car which generates electricity. Very interesting. So his get up and go, got up and left.
I have felt like the alternator for his life for so many years. I know he senses I've taken my energies away from him and the relationship. And now his alternator is kaputs. How very, very appropriate!
And I am rejoicing!!! That tells me alot about the state of my unmarriage.
My t and I joked about my screwed up h during my last appointment. He and I laughed for the last half of my appointment. I've never done that in therapy since I began 17 years ago.
I was talking about needing a normal and healthy relationship and how I wouldn't be getting that from my h. I came up with the combo term
Normy. It was one of those Freudian slips of the tongue where I accidently combined normal and healthy. Now that is my new term for what I want and don't currently have. We both laughed about that term.
When I discussed options for a place to move I told my t about one place where the sewage treatment plant is obviously malfunctioning and polluting the ground water. So the drinking water is polluted and wont be fixed until 2007! I said I wouldn't move there or even think of moving to a place like that.
My t said, "Yeah that would be like living with someone with a malfunctioning sewage treatment plant. And you already have that problem. You need a man and a town with properly functioning sewage treatment plants."
And last one was ... talking about my h and his self-deprecating attitude and behavior and attempting to determine whether he was N through and through or only N sexually. We both came up with the term self-defecating for my h rather than self-deprecating. It was so bad and so good. So he has a malfunctioning sewage treatment plant and as a result is self-defecating.
There we were, my t and I, belly laughing.
And then I had that divine meeting less than an hour later.
