Jun 09, 2006 12:28
Hello Friday, nice to see you! Especially now that I don't have to work on Saturdays for a while.
I got beautiful roses yesterday, with some really sweet words. And this morning I had breakfast made for me before work - eggs, toast and bacon. It was delicious, and so unexpected.
Love is hard. It's taken me 32 years to figure out that when it's easy, one or both of you is hiding something from the other. I don't mean to imply that it's hard all the time, but combining two lives is sure to create some rough spots. Sometimes really, really rough spots. I joined this wedding plans community here on LJ because it seemed like a good source of lulz, and it is. Every day I'm mortified by what some 20-year old is ranting about for her wedding. How on earth, in this day and age, can anyone think two 20-year olds can get married? You can't even drink at your wedding, for crying out loud. I want to scream at these girls that they have NO IDEA what they're doing, and how it could quite possibly fuck up the rest of their lives. And a lot of them say hilarious things like "my mom and dad got married at 19 and they're still going strong! yay for true love!". Excuse me, dipshit, your parents got married in the 50's. Not exactly the same thing. I'm really annoyed at how many people go into a marriage these days with an attitude of "well, if it doesn't work out, we'll just get divorced! i have to get the first one out of the way sometime! lol!" Ugh. So incredibly annoying.
My longest relationship was 4 years. Other than that I've had some pretty solid 1-2 year relationships. It usually wasn't until year 2 that I realized all the things that caused us to break up. Love is blind, but eventually the blinders come off. And if you're a woman, I think you have to constantly be aware of that part of you that thinks you can help or fix a man, because unless he wants to be fixed, you're just plain wasting your time. "Fixed" Ha, I crack myself up.
Since I'm on my soapbox about love and relationships, what is with these couples who insist on "me time" away from their significant other on a regular basis? The only times I've felt that way, or when my boyfriend felt that way, was when we were headed down the road to heartbreak and misery and just were in extreme denial. All the really good relationships I was in were emphasized by the fact that you rarely saw one of us without our "other half." To me if you don't want that person near you at all times, then you're not in love. If you're looking forward to the time when you get to be away from them for some "unsupervised" fun, you're not in love. Buy a vowel, get a clue, or just plain grow up and get some common sense.
I was about to say that I don't know what prompted this post, especially since I don't post much anymore. But that would be a lie. I do know what prompted it, and it's locked away in the vault. But I'm feeling pretty solid about my life, and my relationship, and where I'm headed. And if I have to slow down to go over a few speed bumps or through the deep puddles after a really bad storm, then that's just jim-dandy by me.