Saw my psychiatrist today. He put me back on Latuda, which I will hope mellow me out.

Blow up was about getting married. Deal was when I moved in was that I wasn't taking it lightly and wanted to eventually get married, not just stayed shacked up indefinitely. He said we would get married in a couple of years. My 41st b-day rolls along and we've been living together a year. I figure by now, he would know if he wants to get married. It's not like we're young -- I'm 41, he's 53. His reply was that he feels pressured and that we will someday, but he has to think some more about it, etc.

I was exasperated because I was just dang tired of waiting. At this point, you either know or you don't.

So anyway, some days went by, I looked at some dating sites and saw some guys that were looking for someone to get married to. Blech. I realized it wouldn't be difficult to find someone to marry, but would be very difficult to find someone like my partner. So I gave up the marriage idea, and am just happy that I have found someone.