In the South, we don't ask if you have crazy people in your family. We just ask which side.
Hello My Kittens! Tonight I've had my first fight with my new significant other...I always hate these because afterwards I never know whether or not I still have a significant other. There's that 12 hour waiting period until you've both calmed down enough to talk about things like humans. Although I'm really unsure of what this one's about. Apparently, I demand too much time. OH! and I'm emotional. Let me tell you a little secret. I do demand a lot of time, and I am emotional. It is unbelievably hard to be Mr. Dixi. Mr. Dixi has to have a lot of time to spend as I could care less about the money. Although it has been nice having him pay for everything. Above all else, he was raised a Southern gentleman (although he wasn't acting much like one when I was speaking to him earlier). Being raised down here, he should understand that Southern women require a lot of time...and are emotional. I would expect this kind of whining from a transplant, and I'd overlook it because, bless his heart, he has no idea what he's dealing with. But Jeff has NO excuse, he's from Crowley, LA. What I've learned from this first little tiff is that I am a total and complete pushover. I'll freaking apologize for anything...and I did. One thing that I must learn is that everything is NOT my fault. I should not have to apologize for who I am. Whether this will teach me anything or not is a different story. It remains to be seen whether or not I still have a significant other, for he wasn't too happy with me after my apology. He simply yelled in his slurred, intoxicated way that he'd call me and we'd talk about it tomorrow. Sadly, I don't even know what we're fighting for.