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Lisa has picked her brain and emerged a more enlightened person than before. No, really.
So you've all been around for my little uncertainty debacle. Maybe you didn't read me for awhile, but you've been around, trying to give me advice, or just politely backing off. Maybe you were curled up in fetal-position in some corner. I really don't know. It was really quite horrendous, though. I think I let my hormones or anger or SOMETHING lead me around or squeeze my brain dead or something. Point being, I have made a final and intelligent decision.
In this whirlwind of confusion I experienced, thinking about dating other people before settling down, I didn't really think. Think. All along, I pictured that I'd be back with Eric at the end anyway. It's like a comfy sort of given. Well then, what's the point in dating around if I'd be with him in the end, anyhoo? And who's to say he'd even want me back after all that?
Exactly. Why risk losing this guy for a few flings that might not be so great anyway?
So I've made a decision.
a) I'm staying with Eric.
b) No marriage until he have a place.
c) No having a place until we can afford it.
d) The place needs to have ample room for us to have separate offices so we can "escape" from oneanother when we need to. Being around eachother ALL THE TIME can drive one to drink. It's a fact. Eventually that is what happens no matter how much you love each other.
There it is, clear as day: a decision that I've settled upon. It's like the world no longer makes sense.
So you've all been around for my little uncertainty debacle. Maybe you didn't read me for awhile, but you've been around, trying to give me advice, or just politely backing off. Maybe you were curled up in fetal-position in some corner. I really don't know. It was really quite horrendous, though. I think I let my hormones or anger or SOMETHING lead me around or squeeze my brain dead or something. Point being, I have made a final and intelligent decision.
In this whirlwind of confusion I experienced, thinking about dating other people before settling down, I didn't really think. Think. All along, I pictured that I'd be back with Eric at the end anyway. It's like a comfy sort of given. Well then, what's the point in dating around if I'd be with him in the end, anyhoo? And who's to say he'd even want me back after all that?
Exactly. Why risk losing this guy for a few flings that might not be so great anyway?
So I've made a decision.
a) I'm staying with Eric.
b) No marriage until he have a place.
c) No having a place until we can afford it.
d) The place needs to have ample room for us to have separate offices so we can "escape" from oneanother when we need to. Being around eachother ALL THE TIME can drive one to drink. It's a fact. Eventually that is what happens no matter how much you love each other.
There it is, clear as day: a decision that I've settled upon. It's like the world no longer makes sense.