I have really come to despise the month of November. Ever since I met my wife November has sucked. The only good (ish) one was the first one, ten years ago, when I proposed. It's all been fucking downhill since then. Her birthday is in November, as is our wedding anniversary. Beginning the year were got married, we've been fighting on one or both of those dates, beginning with her birthday 15 days after we married. I don't remember the details of that fight, but I do remember we almost went and got our marriage dissolved because of it. I sometimes wish we had. We got married in 2006, so this makes the ninth fucking terrible November. This is the first one we aren't fighting at least. This time all the bad shit is my own fault. I've gone completely mad, for one thing. I should take my friend Tracy's advice and go to an inpatient psych program. I've lost my shit at work, although in this case I feel absolutely justified - tell me which of you wouldn't feel insulted being told you're over paid. Then today happened. I completely fucked up one of the greatest friendships I've ever had. All because I had to tell her I'm in love with her. Fucking idiot. Next year I'm skipping straight from Halloween to December 1st.
Fuck November.
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