Graceful Exit
I've decided to make my exit. Gracefully I hope. After having some alone "independent" time (you were right qrissy -- I did need it!), I came to the conclusion that I'd best part ways with G.
Might seem like a snap decision, but I'm learning that sometimes it's better to act quickly than to be unnecessarily unhappy. After discussing it with Steph, I'm going to try to make it about me--or about Steph rather. I'm going to say that she really needs the support right now, and I'd really like to spend a couple days with her before Justin gets into town. Sure, I could be brutally honest, but I've also learned that a partial truth is sometimes better than laying it all out on the line. It never hurts to spare someone's feelings while ultimately doing what's best for you. I don't have to piss her off or make her feel bad just because the situation has worked out to be less than ideal.
This was one of those decisions that once settled in my head, made me feel pounds lighter.
Steph and I hung out tonight at the house, and it was just like old times. A lot of fun, but I also just felt so comfortable there. It felt like home. We even ate our dinner in front of the tv. Steph cooked a good meal of bbq chicken (with sauce from scratch!) potatoes and zucchini salad.
The dessert was awful though. She tried to make chocolate mousse, but she beat it to hard and too long and it turned to butter. She added more cream to the chocolate butter, but then it was just all liquidy, kind of like soup. We froze the soup thinking we could salvage it as ice cream, but when we tried to eat it, it really just tasted like wet frozen chocolate butter.
Even with the dessert disaster, or perhaps because of it, it was a great night.
I think I'll do better at my Portland "home" than I will do here at G.'s where I just feel rather awkward and unsettled all the time.
Might seem like a snap decision, but I'm learning that sometimes it's better to act quickly than to be unnecessarily unhappy. After discussing it with Steph, I'm going to try to make it about me--or about Steph rather. I'm going to say that she really needs the support right now, and I'd really like to spend a couple days with her before Justin gets into town. Sure, I could be brutally honest, but I've also learned that a partial truth is sometimes better than laying it all out on the line. It never hurts to spare someone's feelings while ultimately doing what's best for you. I don't have to piss her off or make her feel bad just because the situation has worked out to be less than ideal.
This was one of those decisions that once settled in my head, made me feel pounds lighter.
Steph and I hung out tonight at the house, and it was just like old times. A lot of fun, but I also just felt so comfortable there. It felt like home. We even ate our dinner in front of the tv. Steph cooked a good meal of bbq chicken (with sauce from scratch!) potatoes and zucchini salad.
The dessert was awful though. She tried to make chocolate mousse, but she beat it to hard and too long and it turned to butter. She added more cream to the chocolate butter, but then it was just all liquidy, kind of like soup. We froze the soup thinking we could salvage it as ice cream, but when we tried to eat it, it really just tasted like wet frozen chocolate butter.
Even with the dessert disaster, or perhaps because of it, it was a great night.
I think I'll do better at my Portland "home" than I will do here at G.'s where I just feel rather awkward and unsettled all the time.