What a week it's been!

Work has been so chaotic and frantic, learning a new program, working with two different data bases, tech support, syncing data, training people to use the program in just a couple of days, then entering the data frantically...it was supposed to be done by Friday, but there was no way.  i've continued to enter data all weekend and know that a few people responsible for their own data still have another day of entry before they get done.  Then i still have to finalize it and figure out how to run a report.  It's been overwhelming and stressful but there seems to be a light at the end of the tunnel finally.  my boss isn't happy but i've tried to tell her all along that her expectations were beyond doable.  So she'll have to either accept it or not ...

my Sir has had a stressed out week Himself and i've struggled to find the line of what can i deal with myself and what to take to Him.

Now my ex has flipped out on me about the cat we share custody of.  He sent an email about how his new girlfriend brought a cat into their house, how they are keeping it in a room all by itself where skooter will never come in contact with it (yea, right) and that nothing will change for skooter.  So my perspective on this is, as if skooter doesn't have enough stress to deal with being shuffled between us every two weeks, now he has to re-acclimate to another cat being in his other home every two weeks.  i think it's ridiculous to be so naive and think this won't impact him.  Skooter came to me this last visit with a sore bald area on his leg where he's been pulling fur from.  Of course the ex blames that on other things and won't recognize it as a symptom of the anxiety the cat is experiencing.  Anyway, the ex is furious, and i am as always fearful of him.  i don't know how i survived 6 years under his anger and rage...one thing i am determined to do is NOT engage with him when he is tantruming.  If he wants me to respond to him, he needs to show me the same respect as i show him.  He no longer has the right to engage me with such rage and speak to me in such a disrespectful manner.  The fact of the matter is, i could care less about anything involving he or his girlfriend or the other cat, Mr. Kitty, my only concern is my cat and his health and well being.  If he's happy, i'm happy...

My Sir on the other hand impresses me every day.  He is working so many hours to make up for His time away.  He has had more bad luck than anyone should have in the last month, on top of loosing His mom, but He still tries to meet everyone elses needs without sometimes having time for Himself.
His approach to everything is kind, caring and rather than blowing up, He explains things and discusses things, and even listens to my thoughts.  i just feel like He has such incredible communication skills, and those skills allow me to communicate to my best ability as well.  The only thing that is hard is the distance.  i want nothing more than to be there to help Him with the little things, making sure He's eatting right, making sure He has clean clothes, soothing His pains at night in the dark when it's time to sleep.  ...