July 27, 2005

A series of unfortunate events

My journal entries are a little sparse right now. It turns out that my wife has decided to falsely accuse me of sexually abusing our daughter. I've been trying to find out the details of all of this since last Friday, but nobody wants to tell me anything.

It would seem that this is all just a prelude to her leaving me again. I guess she figgured that the courts would be more willing to award custody to a manic depressive person mother if the father was suspect of abusing his daughter.

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July 07, 2005

Breakfast in bed.

I had a really long day yesterday. I left the house at 10:00 in the morning, and wasn't back in my home town until a little after midnight. Despite that, I thought it might be neat to give my wife a nice surprise.

So, I stoped at a local 24-hour grocery store and picked up some grapefruit, pancake mix, bacon, and a long-stem rose. By the time I got home, put the food away, and cleaned some dirty dishes in the sink, it was already 2:00 in the morning.

This morning, I got up at 9:00 and went downstairs and cooked breakfast for my wife. It took me a while to get the pancakes looking right, and I never did get the bacon right. But I prepared her half a grapefruit along with some oarnge juice and pancakes.

I assembled everything on a tray along with the rose and some expensive maple syrup that we had brought back from a trip to Canada, and brought it up to her in bed.

When I woke her up, she was really pissed. She was angry with me for waking her up. Then, I showed her the breakfast I had made her, and she yelled at me because she wasn't ready to get up yet. She told me I should have waited. The problem is, she usually gets out of bed any time between 10:00 in the morning and 5:00 in the evening. There's no way to spend an hour cooking food and time it just right with her waking up.

The pancakes were not what she was in the mood for. The grapefruit was to sour. She didn't like the oarnge juice. She never said a word about the rose. All she did was smell the rose for a second and then hand it to my daughter to play with.

It is really disappointing when I try so hard and fail. I guess I was really hoping that she would see it as a romantic gesture. Instead, all she did was complain. It really hurts that I never even got as much as a "thank you".

This is the problem with having a wife that is bipolar. I can try to do something totally selfless for her, just to show her that I care about here without any prompting, and still she hates me for it. Its days like this that make me want to just hide in a shell somewhere and stay away from her. There's no making her happy. The best possible thing I can do is stay out of the way of her hurt.

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