Communication ... and that darn eggnog

I heard a short conversation on TV the other day that I realized echoed what I often feel.

It was Melanie’s character on Hot in Cleveland; she said, “People say that talking about your feelings is the most important part of a relationship.”

To which Victoria replied, “People don’t say that, women say that.  Lonely women whose men left them because they kept talking about their feelings.”

I’m afraid I’ll never feel, deep in the core of my being, that Nick really wants to know what I’m thinking and feeling most of the time.  But as I said in my last post we’re ‘talking more’.  He asked me to email him each week both to let him know what I’m thinking and feeling and to let him know how much I’ve stayed on the ‘healthier lifestyle’ goal.  So he can ‘decide what action should be taken.’ LOL, like the way he put that.

I’m going to try.  It works well when I’m in a good mood, not so much when I’m in the pulling away, distancing mode.  I hope he’ll make me stick with it.

And now on to discipline – have I mentioned I’m not the best housekeeper?  A while back Nick reminded me that I had a carton on eggnog in the back of the fridge that I needed to get rid of.  No problem, except I forgot, several times.  In our ‘communication’ this week he said,

Another point to mention.....again, empty the egg nog! Probably going to have to pay for that oversight, leave some time in your schedule for Sat afternoon.

Shoot! I quietly emptied and tossed it when I got home Friday and sent him a ‘What in the world are you talking about, I'm sure I got rid of that days ago.’ email, which he didn’t buy at all. He only emailed me again saying,

Then why is the carton still in the garbage?  What is the appropriate penalty for mistruths?  I'll ask Ronnie.

Why does he have to keep thinking Ronnie has the answers? Grrr… I dug myself in just a bit deeper when he ask me in person what Ronnie would say the penalty was for lying and I told him that I was forced to send our canes back to her because the UK had completely run out.

Whether he believe me or not, we really had a good time Saturday and thankfully he didn’t go looking for the canes.  What we did end up playing with were the blindfold, the cuffs, plugs, paddles, and various vibrators.  It was a lovely afternoon.

I’ll keep working on communication, exercise, and healthy eating.  Ronnie, you just watch for a package!