Oh, Transitions in Book Five: Working Through the Maze 2018

Yesterday was a whirlwind day.

I drove to where the new apartment is; I contacted the landlord and he and I get along great. Got me all set up. Called my new job and got it all sorted. Still start Monday, but they are going to be understanding about things like “wrinkled suit” and “disheveled newly moved attorney.”

So today was about packing and getting things set up for the new apartment.
I got all of my clothes packed. I got my bedding packed. I got gas and electric set up.

Still need to re-call the Internet Company as they took my information and said they would call me back. I still need to get my insurance company to also include the new apartment for Rental Insurance. Lots to do in a very little amount of time.

So… it doesn’t help that Wife is going into her “freak out because of transition” mode. Especially when (yes, she does have a transition but) I’m the one doing the most transition. I’m the one that has to do the packing. I’m the one that has to do the loading and driving and setting up. I’m the one that has to start a new job. So when she comes in and starts panicking because she sees me taping up boxes… she has a total break. Luckily not a break involving yelling and tears. Just… a complete shut down on her part. Where she sits on the couch and starts listing things to complain about. Today.... how she wanted to exercise but now she is emotionally incapable of getting in gear. And then later… how she is upset that she didn’t immediately start exercising. And then later… how she’s upset that she’s upset. So… as I try to get ready for my new living situation and new job.... while she gets to stay in her current living situation and current job. I mean… I get it. This is emotional for her. And she has a distinct and significant lack of any ability to understand, empathize, or contemplate any one else’s emotional struggle while she is feeling anything strongly.

So… I need to keep pushing myself forward. Focus on my new living situation, getting that living situation set up, and starting the new job. Just focus and move forward.

Oh… to end on a joke, at least.
Long has it been joked that I was a dog in my last life. My affinity for canines and everything else in my life typically backs that up. But I was thinking about my Love Language Results and… yep. Even more suggests Dog.
Words of Affirmation
Physical Touch
Quality Time?

I just want someone to say I’m a good dog, pet me, and take me for walks. lol