My man and I
So I've put it off and put it off, but I finally must write about what happened between Brian and I.
So, I don't know if I already spoke about this, but Brian has this friend. It's his best friend. They were room mates when he and I first met. Well, to make a long story short, the friend and I didn't exactly become buddies. For some reason, I got the impression the guys didn't like me very much. Brian told me he would "eventually warm up to me".
Anyways, when I moved in with Brian, I was also moving in with this friend, HIS girlfriend, and Brian's half brother. I didn't want to move into a situation like that, but Brian wanted to live with me, I kinda got pushed into it. I had a bad feeling from the start ( as per my past entires indicate), but I went along with it anyway.
Needless to say with the tight spaces, the tension between the friend and I, and the distance from my job (not to mention Miami is sort of an annoying place to live. The traffic alone makes me cringe!), I was pretty miserable.
I told Brian how unhappy I was, and it seemed to only annoy him. Like I was being a party pooper.
I needed to get out.
Anyway, I left, and when it did, it was ugly. Brian and I almost cut it off. But luckily we didn't. We gave each other some space, and that helped a lot.
Now we're engaged, but only see eachother on the weekends. Weird, huh?
So Brian and I healed most of the bad stuff from my leaving, but we both agree that it was too soon for us to move in together, in hindsight.
We have plans to try again in time.
*shrug*
So, I don't know if I already spoke about this, but Brian has this friend. It's his best friend. They were room mates when he and I first met. Well, to make a long story short, the friend and I didn't exactly become buddies. For some reason, I got the impression the guys didn't like me very much. Brian told me he would "eventually warm up to me".
Anyways, when I moved in with Brian, I was also moving in with this friend, HIS girlfriend, and Brian's half brother. I didn't want to move into a situation like that, but Brian wanted to live with me, I kinda got pushed into it. I had a bad feeling from the start ( as per my past entires indicate), but I went along with it anyway.
Needless to say with the tight spaces, the tension between the friend and I, and the distance from my job (not to mention Miami is sort of an annoying place to live. The traffic alone makes me cringe!), I was pretty miserable.
I told Brian how unhappy I was, and it seemed to only annoy him. Like I was being a party pooper.
I needed to get out.
Anyway, I left, and when it did, it was ugly. Brian and I almost cut it off. But luckily we didn't. We gave each other some space, and that helped a lot.
Now we're engaged, but only see eachother on the weekends. Weird, huh?
So Brian and I healed most of the bad stuff from my leaving, but we both agree that it was too soon for us to move in together, in hindsight.
We have plans to try again in time.
*shrug*