I'm feeling rather ignored of late. Oh I could go into the depths of my mind and dredge up possible self-deprecating reasons why I feel like I am and should be ignored but I'm not going to go there.
But its true, the facts are there, I'm being ignored. Well how do I know?
About ten days ago I sent my spouse an email, a forwarded email full of information he needs to know for his job. Now how do I know what he needs to know being that I'm only the wife of the soldier? Well its because of my FRG. Had my husband read the email I sent to him, listing what it was for in the headline he would have known this past Tuesday, yes yesterday, that he had to be somewhere important at a certain time.
So I called him, he was in a hurry and wanted to know what I wanted to tell him. I asked him where he was. He told me where he was headed. So I asked him if he was surprised that he had to be there, and of course he was surprised. I then mentioned to him that I knew where he had to go and that if only he had read the email I had forwarded to him he would have been prepared. I'm a Point Of Contact for my Family Readiness Group. I often have the information that he needs to know but alas he ignores me.
Today, case in point, he goes online at work. He responds to a friend's email on a social networking site photo through his email. I found out about it as it was in my feed. I called him up and asked him why he'll respond to a friend's email on a photo that is really, well, ridiculous, but then not respond or read my emails. He said I was right that he isn't paying proper attention to me.
Well its nice to hear but how will he fix it. I really don't like his manners when he gets home. When he arrives home late I still will sit with him and chat with him while he eats dinner. Sometimes I even make him his dinner depending on when he gets home. Hey, its just the two of us so don't even think about judging me on my domestic skills with my handicaps. So back to his bad manners. It amounts to me only getting about 15 minutes of his attention in a single night or even the weekend of late. He is always too busy for me, but some how he has time for his friends?
"So am I chopped liver?" I told him that very thing on the phone this morning.
I then said. "You are treating me like a Kleenex to be used and tossed aside.".
He then said to me, "Not a Kleenex, more like a hankie."
I said, "Excuse me, how is that better?".
So he is going to come home for lunch if at all possible and we are going to work on us for hopefully a bit more than 15 minutes. He realizes fully that he has been pushing me aside and using me when he has need of me. I want more. I deserve better treatment. This babe is not going to be left in the corner!
Oh and I know I'm not the only wife or Army Wife out there that has to deal with the same type of bad manners from the spouse. We often feel neglected, and alas its to be expected considering the type of work our men in uniform do. We clean up after them and smile as we sit on the side lines while they get the medals they worked hard to earn. There are days I feel like a dog at the table of affection and love begging for scraps.
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Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Feeling Ignored
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Monday, April 4, 2011
Rain
Steady drizzle, icy fingers, hot breath on my neck. Wet wooly creatures gnaw, grasping golden globs. Chirp, caw-caw, chirp. Thrum, beep-beep, whoosh. Sensation overload.
Ever notice how the rain intensifies the sensations? Take a good long listen next time it rains. Whether it be the metronome of rain drops or the sounds of traffic and small critters the sounds are louder, stronger, wanting to be heard. The sounds aren't the only things intensified.
Feelings are stronger. Depressive, joyous, sexual are all more pronounced. The needs, the wants the general restlessness. Enclosed in my bubble I can observe the world working around me. The animals scurry for food, choking down vast amounts in their mouth pouches to eat at a later date. People hurry from one building to another as if the rain were some sort of torture device and they its victims.
The need for warmth, to soothe those icy digits wrapping around a hot mug of choice beverage. Be it summer, winter or fall I've noticed the citizens of this world go for the hot beverage when it rains. It could be a sweltering 90 F and they would still go for the hot beverage. Is it because the hot beverage will actually cool the body? It does. But do they realize this or is it a deeper instinct? Needs must be met whether we realize it or not.
Needs drive the soul. Our souls must feed off what we put into it whether it be knowledge or food, we feed our souls. Stop and think.
Take a moment out of your scurrying from the wetness to stand still in the rain and feel the goodness that is nature. Think of why it rains. What is accomplished when it rains? The Earth is cleaned. Nature feeds off the rain and thus feeds us.
Feed your sensations. Feel the rain as is dribbles down your face to dampen your chest. Feel the slickness of the rain as it washes the dirt and oil from your arms to drip to the ground from your fingertips. Lick a raindrop from your lover's lips. Feel how much more sensual a kiss can be. Make love in the gentle rain.
Whoosh, whir-whir, thunk.
Rat-a-tat-tat,
Beep, Beep, Beep.
Vehicles pass by my window, the range is hot and construction continues; all in the rain. There is life. It wants to be heard.
Ever notice how the rain intensifies the sensations? Take a good long listen next time it rains. Whether it be the metronome of rain drops or the sounds of traffic and small critters the sounds are louder, stronger, wanting to be heard. The sounds aren't the only things intensified.
Feelings are stronger. Depressive, joyous, sexual are all more pronounced. The needs, the wants the general restlessness. Enclosed in my bubble I can observe the world working around me. The animals scurry for food, choking down vast amounts in their mouth pouches to eat at a later date. People hurry from one building to another as if the rain were some sort of torture device and they its victims.
The need for warmth, to soothe those icy digits wrapping around a hot mug of choice beverage. Be it summer, winter or fall I've noticed the citizens of this world go for the hot beverage when it rains. It could be a sweltering 90 F and they would still go for the hot beverage. Is it because the hot beverage will actually cool the body? It does. But do they realize this or is it a deeper instinct? Needs must be met whether we realize it or not.
Needs drive the soul. Our souls must feed off what we put into it whether it be knowledge or food, we feed our souls. Stop and think.
Take a moment out of your scurrying from the wetness to stand still in the rain and feel the goodness that is nature. Think of why it rains. What is accomplished when it rains? The Earth is cleaned. Nature feeds off the rain and thus feeds us.
Feed your sensations. Feel the rain as is dribbles down your face to dampen your chest. Feel the slickness of the rain as it washes the dirt and oil from your arms to drip to the ground from your fingertips. Lick a raindrop from your lover's lips. Feel how much more sensual a kiss can be. Make love in the gentle rain.
Whoosh, whir-whir, thunk.
Rat-a-tat-tat,
Beep, Beep, Beep.
Vehicles pass by my window, the range is hot and construction continues; all in the rain. There is life. It wants to be heard.
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