Chapter 8: Returning to Work.
January 20, 2000
hey Doug,
New Year, new goals, new plan. I think that just summed it all up. I know in the last letter I sent you I told you about getting a job, it's not as nice as the one that I had and I'm a junior resident for right now, but hey it's my foot in the door and I really like what I am doing.
I had that conversation with Max, well we kind of had to have it in parts cause it got to be pretty heavy for the two of us at times and rather than say something that we knew we would end up regretting later, we agreed ahead of time that if someone needed a time out all they had to do was walk away and the other person would respect that, it worked for us, cause so far we haven't had anymore of those horrible yelling matches and are getting along better than we have in a long time.
Part of that might be the therapy that we are in too. Yeah we are giving couples therapy a try, learning techniques to keep us talking and happy, kind of this marriage 101 thing that we should have taken before we got married but late is better than not at all. We go once a week and she's pretty good, at least we have gotten past the talking about all the negative stuff that we've had happen and can see the happier times, and maybe that there are more of those time out there for us.
Max just bounced the clean socks off my head telling me that I need to hurry up or we are going to miss our dinner reservations. Part of our new getting on track plan. We have a date night that neither one of us can make plans for or pick up shifts on. That's the rule it's Tuesdays nights so that it won't fall on a night that one of us might have an emergency come up but if something does, and it really is an emergency we are allowed to reschedule it. So far so good though. He says to say thanks for what you did for me, he's very appreciative of the fact that I have such a good friend. ouch there's another pair of socks cause I told him that he was going to give you a big head and then I'd have to deal with it not him.
Okay he's pulling at me now, down on his knees in front of me singing some cheesy, way out of tune love song.
Take care,
Anna.