Frustrated at Forty

Looking back at this night – hell, the past five days – I realize that I just need people. I need to talk to people. I need to be touched. I need some kind of reciprocal communication. I need to be told that I am special. I need to be loved. My ‘normal’ life does not provide this from whom it should. There’s nothing wrong with getting that communication portion from friends and others – but it should include my wife. I am going to attempt to fix that upon her return.
I also have come to the realization that I will have to insert myself into my family’s lives more. I will have to work on the homeworks and on getting all of them weaned from the damn TV and computer. That is my only hope in raising good, polite, smart children and in having some semblance of a return to a regular, healthy relationship with my wife.