Midweek Meltdowns

Philippa is getting moodier and less confident as the days go by, and I continue to be the scratching post that she digs her claws into in an attempt to make herself feel better. Tonight I got a beating for mentioning her weekend unhappiness but NOT posting info about her first week at the doctors! I can’t win. She asks me not to write about her, then moaned like hell when I didn’t talk about her new job last week. She even accused me of DELIBERATELY timing my 1984th blog for the day she started, so I could make it about ME instead of HER. She also did a monologue about me expecting her to hold my hand and be a therapist whenever I’VE decided to change jobs, but then expecting her to just get on with it herself when SHE’S had a change of situation. I am, apparently, self-obsessed and unsupportive.
In unrelated news, I’ve been looking at one-bedroom bachelor pads for rent in a nearby town. 

RC 24-1-18