Depressed Ramblings

Jul 02, 2009 23:36

My heart feels like a lead weight has been shoved inside of it.  It feels like the bottom of my heart is hitting the pit of my stomach.  I haven't felt like this in over a year.  Almost a year and a half.  Over something so stupid, too ( Read more... )

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hey,,,, scarletraisin July 3 2009, 05:09:16 UTC
i just wanted you to know that another insomniac read this, and that your'e not alone, even when it feels like you are.

Maybe when both of you are awake and outside the bedroom, go out for a coffee and discuss the issue. Dont feel you have to apologize - youre right, this is something you dont control. you need to tell him how his words hurt you, and how you feel.

maybe you can both be seen by an ear/nose/throat doctor just to check to make sure nothing IS slightly out of place thats aggravating the snoring...

but mainly, i just hate that you feel so bad and so alone, and i dont want you to make this all be YOUR fault! tons of ppl snore some of the time -I do when i have a stuffy nose, apparently, and it has been the cause of much teasing, cos i wouldnt believe it until confronted with a recording of myself in action :)

anyway...i've nothing else useful to say - just wanted to reach out a hand.

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Re: hey,,,, inuguardian1984 July 3 2009, 05:15:00 UTC
Thank you very much for your kind words. I do know that if I were to go to a doctor, they would tell me what I already know. I have over-developed adnoids, hyper-extended uvula, and large tonsils. Genetic trait from my father's side of the family. Unfortunately, I have the three squeezed in a tiny package which seems to make it worse. My husband had his adnoids removed when he was little, so there's not much else that can be done for him.

I know that I shouldn't have to apologize, but my darling is one of those hard-head people. He honestly believes that he's not in the wrong, and the only way to difuse the situation will be when I have calmed myself enough to make that first step. He will lay in bed and brood and pout.

Ah, the joys of marital bliss.

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