Twitterpated Nonsense
I just wanted to revel in the fact that my lover is absolutely wonderful. Things have been ridiculously busy, frustrating, and at times upsetting for both of us. I've had postpartum hormone swings to deal with, as well as sleep deprivation and a little boy who likes to run a temperature just long enough to cause sufficient worry, then sleep himself back to health. I'd been thinking about the future and where it would take all three of us, and I posed the question of future plans to my lover. Who proceeded to come down with the flu in the space of minutes and leave the question unanswered.
It may sound like a bad case of afraid-of-commitment-itis; I was terrified that's what it was (really, that's my insecurity, not his!). However, turns out it really was the flu. A terrible case of it actually.
And upon being fully recovered, what does he say? 'Don't think I've forgotten the question. We're going to have a talk this weekend.'
I melted in my knee-high socks.
Being the social-network-brainwashee that I am, I had to tell someone to validate my feelings and thereby continue to be secure in my existence! I have an amazing lover who justifies my faith in him time and time again. I'm not sure how this weekend will go, but I know I'm in good hands. This time, it's playing for keeps.
It may sound like a bad case of afraid-of-commitment-itis; I was terrified that's what it was (really, that's my insecurity, not his!). However, turns out it really was the flu. A terrible case of it actually.
And upon being fully recovered, what does he say? 'Don't think I've forgotten the question. We're going to have a talk this weekend.'
I melted in my knee-high socks.
Being the social-network-brainwashee that I am, I had to tell someone to validate my feelings and thereby continue to be secure in my existence! I have an amazing lover who justifies my faith in him time and time again. I'm not sure how this weekend will go, but I know I'm in good hands. This time, it's playing for keeps.