On my luck with relationships
I guess it could be assumed, as I've been single for a while now, with a few fail-date stories under my belt after last year, that I'm unlucky in love.
But I disagree.
I find that the majority of the times I've been in love, I've been very lucky. Specifically in my last two serious relationships.
"But Elaine," you might warily interject, "neither of those relationships worked out."
True. But they were still GOOD relationships, even with the problems that existed. And here's where I find myself the luckiest:
Both of those men allowed me to live my life.
I could come and go as I pleased. I could hang out with my friends without him. I could have my own hobbies, independent of my boyfriend, and in turn, encouraged my boyfriend to have his own hobbies independently of me. (Honestly, C probably had it better than R. I was fairly needy and dependent with R, hence the end of that relationship.)
I've been very lucky in that the men I've been most serious about were supportive of my ADD-ish hobby schedule. They didn't get upset when I did things without them. They didn't complain (outside of the normal, puppy-faced "I'll miss you... have fun.") when I left for a week or more to do camp things. They loved me for who I was even though that was a person who was very much defined by her outside activities.
Despite our seemingly constant togetherness, we were still people who had identities apart from each other. Our lives together were a bonus.
They indulged my whims in the most encouraging ways, and I can only hope I returned the favor. <3