Jun 11, 2006 11:27
I'm moving in with my Man, Jason. Which is both exciting and a bit with the stressful. It'll be fun to live somewhere new. It's much closer to Denver. And he's got a house with a yard and birdies and trees and shit.
Meanwhile, packing sucks. Moving sucks. Plus, the only other man I've ever lived with is my ex-husband. Note the ex part.
Clearly, it's not something I'm super good at. I'm a little stressed out at the prospect that all the really weird things about myself that really no one knows about because it's what happens when I'm alone, he'll know about. I don't think Todd ever knew about those things because I tried for 2 years to keep them out of sight. And really, it just made me tired and resentful.
So Jason's getting all the weirdness. I've spent the last week totally withdrawn from him and mostly sleeping. He keeps asking me what's wrong and I keep saying nothing. And nothing is. I just usually do this when I'm alone at my own house. Luckily, when I tell him that this is just what I'm like, he accepts that and doesn't make a big deal about it. He doesn't try to make out like if I'm not shiney happy it's because of something he's done. And that's nice. Nothing worse than someone taking your normal personality and making it about them.
But since this is the first time anyone has really seen this side of me, I'm simultaneously a little afraid that he won't like it and will break up with me and glad that I'm just putting it all out there.
Anyways, I'm throwing him a birthday party Saturday the 17th. Come!! We'll have popcorn and watermelon. Plus booze, but I'm not in charge of that part. It starts at 9.