minoan pottery
Wow wow wow. this weekend was intense. Many good things, not so many bad things. Thursday night I went to the Galleria for shopping with Chris. it was his choice to accompany me, even though he spent the whole time reading on the benches outside the stores i went into :-) Went to BU on friday night, hung out with chris and greg and watched wallace and gromit. felt sick that night, probably because of my meds, but it was nice to be taken care of. saturday morning was good, went to the MFA and stayed for a few hours. My feet hurt but I was happy. Took a nap, had dinner, then hung around there until 9 when i finally left BU for Tufts. got to hang out with celeste for a few hours after i got back, which was nice. it's good to be able to babble about tons of different things, especially with cherry coke involved. mmmm.
We're dealing with different parts of relationships as we meet them, seems to be a good pace. We're getting better at disagreeing and forgiving. its still hard for me to be taken care of, i'm usually comfortable in the stronger role, but everyone needs to be watched over sometimes. reassurance and stability have been unfamiliar to me until recently. It's the incredible combination of tenderness and intensity that overwhelms me. My therapist has many theories about why it's hard for me to let myself be loved and nurtured, but who really knows. Things are good. We each have things that we struggle with, for example my temper. So even though there are a few things that need a lot of work, it's the fact that we talk about it and find ways we can both help with it that makes it good. a lot less stressful.
and if theres one thing i could do with less of, it's stress.
We're dealing with different parts of relationships as we meet them, seems to be a good pace. We're getting better at disagreeing and forgiving. its still hard for me to be taken care of, i'm usually comfortable in the stronger role, but everyone needs to be watched over sometimes. reassurance and stability have been unfamiliar to me until recently. It's the incredible combination of tenderness and intensity that overwhelms me. My therapist has many theories about why it's hard for me to let myself be loved and nurtured, but who really knows. Things are good. We each have things that we struggle with, for example my temper. So even though there are a few things that need a lot of work, it's the fact that we talk about it and find ways we can both help with it that makes it good. a lot less stressful.
and if theres one thing i could do with less of, it's stress.