I spent the weekend with my brother's family.
My wife and I had another terrible fight in her bedroom at her mother's apartment. I can't even remember now what it was all about. I left the room while she was still ranting and returned to my apartment. I found myself shaking with sadness and loneliness. I called my brother and poured out my heart about the fight and all my fears about the future of my marriage. He talked me down and offered to come into the city to pick me up to come and stay at his house.
It's strange because my wife and I had earlier in the day decorated their backyard for the combined Cinco de Mayo and my nephew's birthday party. My wife wasn't very satisfied with how it turned out. I thought it was good. But we called it quits at some point and returned to the city. It was later that evening that we had the big fight. She was livid with anger. It scared me. I actually did not lose my temper. I tried talking her down. Well...I may have thrown in a few barbs. But she was out of control. I had to flee.
So I quickly packed my backpack with clothes for a weekend and other necessities. He came and picked me up in the early evening (I remember that it was dark at the time). We talked about the fight and he offered his point of view about my wife and me and explained the possible cause of our bad interactions. He was very wise and I am sad now because I was in such shock that I do not now remember all of what he said.
It was Friday night, the night before the party. They have a house guest who lost her home staying with them in the guest room. So they set me up with sofa cushions on the floor and a sleeping bag and blankets. I don't remember much of what happened after that. I guess we ate something but I don't know what. I talked with both my brother and his wife about my problems and they were sympathetic. They said that they love my wife and hope we can work through our problems. I felt relieved and finally began to relax.
I think my wife called me that evening. I told her that I had decided to spend the weekend at my brother's house. For some unfathomable reason she sounded reassuring and supportive. She thought it was a good idea for me to stay with them and made me promise to call her the following day. We hung up in good spirits. I went to bed not much later than that.
The following Saturday was Cinco de Mayo and by coincedence also my nephew's birthday. So a really big party was held. I don't think more than six or eight adults were together at any one time. My nephew, on the other hand, had what I later learned about forty of his friends and friends of theirs coming and going throughout the night. The adults and teenagers mainly stayed out of each other's way. I ate an enormous amount of food and afterward felt a need to lie down. I did so and fell asleep. My brother came up some time later and roused me and so I re-joined the party. I was quiet and reserved. My brother is a real extravert and it was easy for me to stay in his shadow. Also I didn't know most of their friends so I didn't know what to talk about with them. I finally called it quits at around 12:30AM and went to bed for the night.
The backyard looked like a hurricane had hit it the following Sunday (today). I spoke again with my wife on the telephone and it was another cheerful exchange. I really don't understand her moods. My best guess is that she worries about the future of our relationship when I feel it neccessary to go to Alameda. Anyway, we talked a bit and she assured me that she had taken care of and checked into our apartment while I was gone. I told her I would be home later in the day and call her when I arrived.
I helped my sister-in-law clean up the mess and we managed together to clean up all of the empty beer cans and bottles and plates and utensils and what not. I burned out. But I managed to make an appreciable dent. I collected the stuff for return to the city and waited for my brother to wake up. My sister-in-law would have driven me but their house guest had mis-medicated herself and needed looking after. In fact, she was so odd from her medication that my sister-in-law worried and asked me to go wake my brother. She wanted him to come down and check into their guest's condition. We all talked with her and finally found out that she had taken her nighttime medication in the morning by accident. So she was semi-conscious and sleeping on and off but otherwise OK.
My brother was dead tired but said he would return me to the city after he got dressed. So we were on the road at around 12:00PM. I got home and carted all of my party stuff into the apartment. We exchanged hugs and said goodbye. I finally settled in at 12:30PM.
Other things have happened today but I will post them later.
My wife and I had another terrible fight in her bedroom at her mother's apartment. I can't even remember now what it was all about. I left the room while she was still ranting and returned to my apartment. I found myself shaking with sadness and loneliness. I called my brother and poured out my heart about the fight and all my fears about the future of my marriage. He talked me down and offered to come into the city to pick me up to come and stay at his house.
It's strange because my wife and I had earlier in the day decorated their backyard for the combined Cinco de Mayo and my nephew's birthday party. My wife wasn't very satisfied with how it turned out. I thought it was good. But we called it quits at some point and returned to the city. It was later that evening that we had the big fight. She was livid with anger. It scared me. I actually did not lose my temper. I tried talking her down. Well...I may have thrown in a few barbs. But she was out of control. I had to flee.
So I quickly packed my backpack with clothes for a weekend and other necessities. He came and picked me up in the early evening (I remember that it was dark at the time). We talked about the fight and he offered his point of view about my wife and me and explained the possible cause of our bad interactions. He was very wise and I am sad now because I was in such shock that I do not now remember all of what he said.
It was Friday night, the night before the party. They have a house guest who lost her home staying with them in the guest room. So they set me up with sofa cushions on the floor and a sleeping bag and blankets. I don't remember much of what happened after that. I guess we ate something but I don't know what. I talked with both my brother and his wife about my problems and they were sympathetic. They said that they love my wife and hope we can work through our problems. I felt relieved and finally began to relax.
I think my wife called me that evening. I told her that I had decided to spend the weekend at my brother's house. For some unfathomable reason she sounded reassuring and supportive. She thought it was a good idea for me to stay with them and made me promise to call her the following day. We hung up in good spirits. I went to bed not much later than that.
The following Saturday was Cinco de Mayo and by coincedence also my nephew's birthday. So a really big party was held. I don't think more than six or eight adults were together at any one time. My nephew, on the other hand, had what I later learned about forty of his friends and friends of theirs coming and going throughout the night. The adults and teenagers mainly stayed out of each other's way. I ate an enormous amount of food and afterward felt a need to lie down. I did so and fell asleep. My brother came up some time later and roused me and so I re-joined the party. I was quiet and reserved. My brother is a real extravert and it was easy for me to stay in his shadow. Also I didn't know most of their friends so I didn't know what to talk about with them. I finally called it quits at around 12:30AM and went to bed for the night.
The backyard looked like a hurricane had hit it the following Sunday (today). I spoke again with my wife on the telephone and it was another cheerful exchange. I really don't understand her moods. My best guess is that she worries about the future of our relationship when I feel it neccessary to go to Alameda. Anyway, we talked a bit and she assured me that she had taken care of and checked into our apartment while I was gone. I told her I would be home later in the day and call her when I arrived.
I helped my sister-in-law clean up the mess and we managed together to clean up all of the empty beer cans and bottles and plates and utensils and what not. I burned out. But I managed to make an appreciable dent. I collected the stuff for return to the city and waited for my brother to wake up. My sister-in-law would have driven me but their house guest had mis-medicated herself and needed looking after. In fact, she was so odd from her medication that my sister-in-law worried and asked me to go wake my brother. She wanted him to come down and check into their guest's condition. We all talked with her and finally found out that she had taken her nighttime medication in the morning by accident. So she was semi-conscious and sleeping on and off but otherwise OK.
My brother was dead tired but said he would return me to the city after he got dressed. So we were on the road at around 12:00PM. I got home and carted all of my party stuff into the apartment. We exchanged hugs and said goodbye. I finally settled in at 12:30PM.
Other things have happened today but I will post them later.
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