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Things are mostly good. Turns out I am good at my job, which is nice, because I wasn't entirely sure. Still, it sucks that it still takes someone else telling me for me to 'know' it. Although they also told me that, eventually, I will get over that, too.
Adam and I are going pretty well. We're pretty good at talking about our relationship and working on things. We've still not had a fight or an argument, although I do snap at him at times. He's very patient with me, and he makes me laugh, and he loves me a lot. And I love him.
I love him, now, in a way that is warm and reassuring and safe and looking to the future, as opposed to the exciting, lustful, just-can't-breathe-without-him, got-to-have-him-now way that I loved him at the start. I suppose it's normal for love to change its nature throughout a relationship. The way I feel about Adam, now, is that I want to grow old with him. I can't imagine anyone else sitting next to me in my old age. And, although it's sad to lose the excitement of fresh love, it's nice to feel like I've found someone I can get saggy with.
My house is cold in winter, but I live with people who make it warm enough, even if I do feel excluded from the immediate family unit of Paul, his wife Emily, and her cousin Rachel. I suppose, looking at it, they are entitled to be family-like without my involvement, being, well, family. I get along well with them all really very well, and they care about me and I care about them, even if we get on each other's nerves occasionally.
I'd write more, but The Robinsons is on the ABC and I want to watch it. I'll be back, though. Eventually. I always am.
Adam and I are going pretty well. We're pretty good at talking about our relationship and working on things. We've still not had a fight or an argument, although I do snap at him at times. He's very patient with me, and he makes me laugh, and he loves me a lot. And I love him.
I love him, now, in a way that is warm and reassuring and safe and looking to the future, as opposed to the exciting, lustful, just-can't-breathe-without-him, got-to-have-him-now way that I loved him at the start. I suppose it's normal for love to change its nature throughout a relationship. The way I feel about Adam, now, is that I want to grow old with him. I can't imagine anyone else sitting next to me in my old age. And, although it's sad to lose the excitement of fresh love, it's nice to feel like I've found someone I can get saggy with.
My house is cold in winter, but I live with people who make it warm enough, even if I do feel excluded from the immediate family unit of Paul, his wife Emily, and her cousin Rachel. I suppose, looking at it, they are entitled to be family-like without my involvement, being, well, family. I get along well with them all really very well, and they care about me and I care about them, even if we get on each other's nerves occasionally.
I'd write more, but The Robinsons is on the ABC and I want to watch it. I'll be back, though. Eventually. I always am.