What do you do when the love of your life wants to seclude him/herself to clear some thoughts? My only thought is: if you love someone let them go, if they come back they're yours; if not, they never were. It is painstaking to even consider the possibilities.

I am a man that is stuck forever in thought. If I'm not thinking about something, I must be asleep. These constant thoughts are very good for me most of the time, but sometimes it causes doubt and suspicion where it is not warranted. I know how to process thoughts and rationalize doubt but what I'm lacking is the ability to process what other people are thinking or going thru. I told her yesterday that it would pain me more to see her go thru a stressful time alone than it would to assist her thru it if I could. I would much prefer the stress between two shoulders than one. She said she does not want to burden me with her mental stresses... but isn't that what a relationship is about? Sharing your joys and sorrows, stresses and shortcomings. I want to share my life with her, and hope that she will allow me to share hers. We have all seen the "Princess Bride," right? My favorite quote is from that movie, "...one day, to her amazement, she realized every time he said 'as you wish' what he really meant was 'I Love You'"
I have never been in a love where I would EVER consider giving up my cell phone... It is my life and livelyhood. And my choice. The service was going to be gone anyway, but selling the phone would certainly help with the finances right now. We need to go to Boise, AGAIN... the fifth weekend in a row. We need gas money to get there! Oh, the horror!!! I love Boise... More than that I love the opportunities and free DTV service! But the sale of the phone will be a good thing and help to get caught up on some things. It's still so depressing.
I leave you on a lowbrow moment....
I saw him.

I saw the kid with the one bandaged eye and the only other, closed and cringed in pain.

I saw the father holding his hand, looking back toward the doctor, waving saying thanks, walking him through the door.

The kid has his eyes closed, dad.

Bam, right into the door frame.

Said kid, holds his nose instead of his head.
You could see his pain in the look of his eye.

Stupid dad.