i've been a roller coaster of emotions lately. last night dave informed me that i can't really do push-ups. of course i knew that i didn't do them completely correctly, but i thought that i was at least trying and that was good enough. he also informed me that running on a treadmill doesn't really count. it's not as hard as actually running. true, but again, i thought that counted. so i bawled my eyes out for like 30 minutes. he knows i've been terribly depressed yet he springs those comments on me. great.
things between us just aren't clicking and i think that it's because i'm leaning too much on him for support, etc. i need to be happy on my own and bring something to the relationship. but i'm not. i think part of it is this time of year, the gloomy midwestern weather, etc. but i have got to get myself out of it!