To find my own

 

I have been tormenting Rich lately.

 

The poor thing.

 

I had to deactivate my facebook because I kept correcting his grammar in the comments section of his posts.

 

And facebook stalking his WEIRD ex.

 

He is so the opposite of me in some ways- laid back, ok avoiding conflict, doesn't overanalyze.

 

I keep asking him "Are you sure you want to marry a therapist?"

 

After dinner tonight, I made him sit with me on the back porch and tell me, in detail, about his family relationships.

 

I've sent him a number of emails asking  about his childhood, his relationships, his work history, his goals for the future, and other somewhat intrusive, interrogation style questions.  

 

Yesterday I sent him an email that  I called 'The Bad List" which was a list of everything that is wrong with me.

 

Everything, people.

 

I told him how I find Twizzlers to be irritating, how I resent league bowling nights, and how I am kind of a man hater.

 

And so much more.

 

I should probably get him on some medication before the wedding...or at least get him started on a heavy drinking habit. :)

 

70 days until the wedding.

 

If he doesn't have a mental breakdown before then.

 

Lori Ann

 

p.s.- Next weekend I am going to meet his mom and brother for the first time. They've been avoiding me....not wise. :)