I'm having a hard morning and want to whine for a few minutes. Marriage counseling was difficult last night and it's looking like my husband is just never going to be willing to do the work to address his own issues, and certainly is not likely to just spontaneously turn into the sort of person who will be willing to stand up for me, or even just stand beside me in a conflict. I think I just need to decide if what he gives me is good enough for the rest of my life or if it's time to just move on. Also, our amazing, sweet, lovely, super gentle dog died last year on Valentines Day, and this year, my weird, wild dog who my dad adored is dying. She had a stroke and has been getting weaker the last few days. It's looking like she won't last through the day. The vet said there's no pain involved so we can just let nature take its course. Just brings up a lot of memories of my father and how much he loved this dog, and would actually kind of romp around with her when he came down to my house, chase her, let her chase him and jump all over him, throw balls for her, etc.

Okay, I need to stop weeping at my desk.