Fine, rain on my parade!
Sorry for the lack of updates... At first I was just tired, and then I was too content to muster the energy to write. The last week was a lovely blur of work that was reasonably productive, a new Harry Potter book, copious dinners out with friends, and wonderful Corey time. This last was made even better by his request to finally have me bring my parents into the loop about us. Such steps towards officialness are unprecedented, so I was uncommonly pleased. I told Mom yesterday, and she was fine with it. I left her the task of telling Dad, which she did. Today I got the verdict.
First of all, he was stunned that anything happened, which makes me wish someone could measure the distance his head was crammed up his ass; it must have been some sort of scientific marvel. He then said to Mom "I hope she's not just lsipping into a comfortable situation instead of casting her net further afield." He apparently commented on the diminution of my social life since my breakup with Simon and was lamenting the fact that I hadn't found a boyfriend in that intervening time. This remark was apparently followed up immediately by a comment that I should go see a dietician or nutritionist. Aha, it all falls into place. I am too fat, which is why I have a reduced social life and haven't had a boyfriend, which is why I'm with Corey. Shake it all together with some viewpoints about the foolishness of "dipping the pen in the company inkwell," and there you have it. Never mind that he likes Corey as a person. Never mind that I was way too hurt by Simon to even consider anything serious for at least a year after the split up. Never mind that I do in fact have a social life, one that even expanded in the last year, and that I simply never met anyone I wanted to be with more than Corey. As to the comments about my weight, that's just the final straw. I'm actively working on it... I've given up all soft drinks, all food prepared in the office kitchen even though it's free, no chocolate, even. This just makes me want to stop eating altogether. Is it any wonder I want to hide in my closet instead of showing my body in public?
I have always wanted the support of my family when it comes to my relationships, because I don't find it natural to keep those 2 aspects of my life completely separate. It is easier to do so in this case, of course, but the fact remains that I am close to my family, that Corey likes them, and that we have all mutually enjoyed one another in the past. Mom assures me that there will be no awkwardness, but even if things are smoothed over and Dad comes around to understand that this is genuinely what I want, I can't help but feel very bruised by what has happened. Nor can I talk to Corey too much about this one thing, because he is even more sensitive than I about this issue.
Must... Stop crying and go to a meeting about benefit plans. Bloody fucking hell, this day is a beauty.
First of all, he was stunned that anything happened, which makes me wish someone could measure the distance his head was crammed up his ass; it must have been some sort of scientific marvel. He then said to Mom "I hope she's not just lsipping into a comfortable situation instead of casting her net further afield." He apparently commented on the diminution of my social life since my breakup with Simon and was lamenting the fact that I hadn't found a boyfriend in that intervening time. This remark was apparently followed up immediately by a comment that I should go see a dietician or nutritionist. Aha, it all falls into place. I am too fat, which is why I have a reduced social life and haven't had a boyfriend, which is why I'm with Corey. Shake it all together with some viewpoints about the foolishness of "dipping the pen in the company inkwell," and there you have it. Never mind that he likes Corey as a person. Never mind that I was way too hurt by Simon to even consider anything serious for at least a year after the split up. Never mind that I do in fact have a social life, one that even expanded in the last year, and that I simply never met anyone I wanted to be with more than Corey. As to the comments about my weight, that's just the final straw. I'm actively working on it... I've given up all soft drinks, all food prepared in the office kitchen even though it's free, no chocolate, even. This just makes me want to stop eating altogether. Is it any wonder I want to hide in my closet instead of showing my body in public?
I have always wanted the support of my family when it comes to my relationships, because I don't find it natural to keep those 2 aspects of my life completely separate. It is easier to do so in this case, of course, but the fact remains that I am close to my family, that Corey likes them, and that we have all mutually enjoyed one another in the past. Mom assures me that there will be no awkwardness, but even if things are smoothed over and Dad comes around to understand that this is genuinely what I want, I can't help but feel very bruised by what has happened. Nor can I talk to Corey too much about this one thing, because he is even more sensitive than I about this issue.
Must... Stop crying and go to a meeting about benefit plans. Bloody fucking hell, this day is a beauty.