You see that blog down there that says “truly blessed”? Maybe I blessed myself a little prematurely (not really, but I’m feeling sorry for myself today – so roll with me for a minute)… I live with my best friend – tomorrow is our “one-month anniversary”. It actually makes me cringe to hear stuff like “one-month anniversary”, but I can’t help but feel we’ve accomplished something here.
One month ago tomorrow, I asked this man to give up his home, his job, and his way of life (in another state) to come live with me. For some unknown reason, he agreed and I jumped in my car and drove 15 hours to get him and bring him to Georgia.
For the next three weeks, this poor man endured my moods (most were NOT pretty), my constant need for reassurance (I am incredibly insecure with relationships), and my frequent “freak-out” episodes when things aren’t the way I think they should be (they should be perfect at ALL TIMES lol). I have no idea how he survived it. But he did. With the patience of Job, this man took a deep breath, smiled, and hugged me through all the crap I brought to the table.
And yesterday the table turned. OMG.
Yesterday, at approximately 3:04 pm EST, he turned into a first-class prick. I can call him that because that’s the word he used to describe himself last night. It didn’t matter what I did or said, he was coming back with a smart-ass response. Now I realize that 95% of all his responses are smart-ass and are usually hilarious – this man has a brain AND a incredible sense of humor – but the smart-ass comments last night were just irritating with little or no humor.
This morning, he was right back in the smart-ass saddle and the drive to work was NOT FUN.
And YES YES YES – I do realize that I MAY have contributed to his mood (I’m not saying I did – but just MAYBE I played some SMALL part), but remember, I’m feeling sorry for MYself (see first paragraph) so WHATever…
Here’s what makes me crazy: He’s put up with my bullshit for over 3 weeks… why can’t I put up with his for a couple of days (omg, please tell me it’s only a couple of days)??? The more I think about it the more frantic I become. Why do I expect HIM to be perfect all the time, but I allow myself to shift into bitch-mode with absolutely no advance notice? Am I really that selfish and self-centered? Wow- maybe it’s NOT all about me (ya think?)… Nahhhh… that can’t be it… must be something else.
T, if you’re reading this – I love you and I’m sorry. Happy one-month anniversary (STOP ROLLING YOUR EYES!)… lol
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