I complain a lot.
I'm a whiner.
About all manner of things.
Including my husband.
And how sometimes he can be not emotional.
And we joke.
And call him a robot.
And that he's a sociopath.
Doesn't sound funny when you type that.
But we joke about it (he's not).
And sometimes I feel bad for myself.
I've been through things I don't write about here.
I cry about them.
Obsess about them.
Hate myself, get sad, think dark thoughts.
It can consume days.
And I whine about it.
And then, out of nowhere, I found the blog Wanderlust.
And through her, Random Ramblings of a Stay At Home Mum.
And I read their stories.
Real stories with real reasons to complain and hurt and whine.
And I sat in front of my computer and bawled my eyes out just now.
And perspective hit me over the head like a brick.
So shut up, Valerie.
Keep your whining and darkness and sadness for things that deserve it.
And don't ever ever joke about your husband being anything other than the amazing person he is.
Because that's really not funny after all.


















