Doubts, Fears, and Kitty Cats.

[empyrealfantasy]

Buddy, my very large orange tabby, passed on this morning.  I hope he rests peacefully.

:(

This entry is to be a little bit of a ramble on my own discontent.  Feel free to disregard.

I originally wrote this a couple of weeks ago, but tonight I feel the need to add on to it, and I thin having the background of the first will help anyone who reads.

Comments

[tofu_queen]

I was in the same exact spot as you. I talked with him nonstop, finally saw him, and then talking suddenly was something that happened for maybe ten or fifteen minutes per day. We now live together, and things are better. I wouldn't say they're perfectly amazing, but eh. I know his problem was that he just didn't like talking on the phone, which was weird because we always talked so much before that, but I dunno. What I would do is talk to him, tell him your problems and tell him that if it continues, you are thinking of breaking it off. From his reaction and then if he seems to try to be addressing what you said were problems, decide from there. Of course, you don't not want to go through with this and then spend your life wondering what could have been. Then again, you have a daughter that you have to keep in mind too.

Long distance relationships suck, don't they? It's like a big stupid trap. In order to test if you're truly compatible, you have to actually move in with each other (or at least near enough so that it's not able to be pegged a LDR). But that is so much more than a test.

[tofu_queen]

And quick clear up: the "but eh" was more of a I don't think we'll spend the rest of our lives together and get married, but I still love him and he's one of my best friends. :)