Men Are Like Rubber Bands

I know I am YEARS late but I have only recently discovered the much acclaimed book, Men are From Mars and Women are From Venus. I know that it reached the peak of its hype many years ago and for that reason, maybe, I didn't really feel inclined to read it. I have this aversion to jumping into the bandwagon when it suits me, you know. Anyhow, my sister lent it to me last weekend and I have been reading several chapters each night before I went to bed.

Last night I was reading about men being similar to rubber bands - that they have moments wherein the have to pull away and be by themselves.  Women should respect this need and let them go as they would always come back - better than they were before.  I don't know if I am interpreting this correctly but I realized that when Jer wants to go out and drink - not always with me, though he doesn't seem to mind when I go -  it's probably this stretching process at work.  I just need to learn to let go.

And I did last night.  He told me the day before that he wanted to drink and I was actually surprised at myself because I didn't resent it.  So I went home and wrote, did some chores, read my book, and went to bed.

SLAM!  That's what woke me up around 3 am.  Jer got home fuming - he got jumped again!  Now I don't know about you but one of the worst ways you can get woken up is by a slamming door and a shouting husband.  What was worse was that he told he several guys jumped him up our street and hit him so he hit back. He was not really hurt - a small cut on his cheek and on his lip but the some of the guys got hurt and the others threatened to shoot him.

I am really worried now.  I mean, this is my home.  I want to feel safe here but suddenly I don't.