11/8/22

 Paul had today off. We decided we were going to go vote together. We briefly discussed our voting plan prior to entering the building. At the sign in table the lady asked me my name. “Patricia Diiulio” I said. 

“What kind of last name is that?” She asked with a wrinkled up face.  A flash of unacceptable and inappropriate answers flew through my brain. They were both snarky, judgmental and probably not kind.  “The Italian kind” I answered.

They explained to us how to vote. Color the dot of the chosen person in black ink. I finished before Paul and submitted my ballet. Paul did the same shortly after. On the walk out to the car he says “we were supposed to color all the dots right?” I just shook my head. He laughed at his own joke.

This evening I helped Avery study for AP chemistry. I don’t know how much I really help. I took AP chemistry but remember nothing.

Ethan started to pick up the garage a little bit. We chatted about therapy. We talked about how we had to agree to disagree about looking on the bright side of things. I can always find the good. He said there is no bright side of most things. He thinks I minimize his feeling when I find the good in situations. So I respectfully agreed to disagree. I have stopped pointing out the bright side at his request. 

He hasn’t quit therapy yet. He did share that he isn’t sharing his feelings though. He refuses to share his feelings with anyone so that he won’t get hurt. He has to go get bloodwork again on Thursday. He is not pleased about it. 

He did cancel his dentist appointment. Boo. I told him it was his choice. I told him the benefits and risks of doing so. He made his choice.

All in all, today was a good day.