Goodness
What a difference five months can make.
After Christmas I more or less gave Greg an ultimatum. Not that I would leave if we didn't move in, but that if things didn't get more equal, something else would need to change. We eventually moved in together this February, and it's wonderful : )
Other positive changes are that he's started taking anti-depressants that also target anxiety, and is generally much more relaxed. It's only been a few weeks but the changes are definitely there. Our sex life has taken a dive because the first couple of weeks were pretty rough on him, but I'm more than happy to substitute that for now.
The Helen situation is much much much better. She had an abortion not long ago, and I was the only person there to support her. Michael, her boyfriend, wanted to be, but felt uncomfortable talking about the female reproductive system (we were joking about stirrups and speculums to lighten the mood). Her Grandad died shortly after and I came to the rescue to give her and her cousin some company. I think she appreciates that any paranoid feelings she may have had were mostly just that, and that anything I've done that was insensitive was thoughtless but not malicious. Slowly mending. It's good : )
My job is still awful, but yesterday I had a final interview for what is essentially my dream job. I'm getting the "formal nod" as the Managing Director put it at the end of this week, and I'll send signed contracts back. It's more money, closer to my flat and is something I've worked very very hard for.
That's scary.
Last time I had a wonderful job offer, I was contacted to say it had fallen through. This doesn't seem like last time, but I'm very hesitant to celebrate until the contracts are here. I mean, he asked me to list equipment that I would need, software I'd like to use and what my notice period was. A tiny but dominant part of my brain is telling me not to be excited yet. I just want it to be Friday so I can prove it wrong.
Then, champagne.
After Christmas I more or less gave Greg an ultimatum. Not that I would leave if we didn't move in, but that if things didn't get more equal, something else would need to change. We eventually moved in together this February, and it's wonderful : )
Other positive changes are that he's started taking anti-depressants that also target anxiety, and is generally much more relaxed. It's only been a few weeks but the changes are definitely there. Our sex life has taken a dive because the first couple of weeks were pretty rough on him, but I'm more than happy to substitute that for now.
The Helen situation is much much much better. She had an abortion not long ago, and I was the only person there to support her. Michael, her boyfriend, wanted to be, but felt uncomfortable talking about the female reproductive system (we were joking about stirrups and speculums to lighten the mood). Her Grandad died shortly after and I came to the rescue to give her and her cousin some company. I think she appreciates that any paranoid feelings she may have had were mostly just that, and that anything I've done that was insensitive was thoughtless but not malicious. Slowly mending. It's good : )
My job is still awful, but yesterday I had a final interview for what is essentially my dream job. I'm getting the "formal nod" as the Managing Director put it at the end of this week, and I'll send signed contracts back. It's more money, closer to my flat and is something I've worked very very hard for.
That's scary.
Last time I had a wonderful job offer, I was contacted to say it had fallen through. This doesn't seem like last time, but I'm very hesitant to celebrate until the contracts are here. I mean, he asked me to list equipment that I would need, software I'd like to use and what my notice period was. A tiny but dominant part of my brain is telling me not to be excited yet. I just want it to be Friday so I can prove it wrong.
Then, champagne.