We were supposed to "talk" last night, but then hubby decided he didn't want to talk. I wanted to work on one thing at a time, but he kept turning things around. For instance, I brought up what I feel is the root of this whole thing, his drinking, and then he'd say, "well you can't get so angry and throw things." Okay, I understand that. I understand that I have a temper and I get out of control (did I mention I threw a fork at him? A fork covered in egg salad that I'm still finding EVERYWHERE), but I wanted to work on one thing at a time. He just couldn't understand that. So we didn't get anywhere. Then he wants to just act like everything is okay. I can't do that! I need to fix this before I can go back to being normal.

Enough of that, let's move onto something else depressing. I got an email last night from my sister-in-law (my brother's wife) who lives about 2 hours from us, in a very urban city. They live in this snooty classy neighborhood just a few blocks from what I guess could be classified as the hood. Two nights ago, their cat was attacked and killed by a pack of wild dogs! Their neighbor heard them around 2am and tried to shoot the dogs with a pellet gun. What the hell? Wild dogs? In the city? I could understand something like that around here, out in the middle of buttfuck USA, but not where they live. Craziness. So I was already upset last night, then I got that email and started sobbing. That cat, Bumps, was the nicest cat, so sweet and loving, I just imagine how scared he must have been and how much pain he must of been in and it makes me cry all over again. It doesn't help that their dog was hit and killed by a car in December of 2005, in front of their house. I think they've decided to tell my 5 year old niece that the cat ran away, but my SIL is afraid that she'll wonder why the cat abandoned them, if he'll come back, etc.

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