and then there was one.
The boyfriend and I are thinking of being no more. This is somewhat surprising to me because normally when people decide to stop being my friends, it's because I did something bad. But I didn't even do anything bad or say anything dumb to ruin this for myself. So just when you think that you're finally gaining social progress, life throws you a curve.
Although the reasons for this change in my lifestyle are there, none of them happen to be because he stopped liking me. This perplexes. Well, if you still like me, why are we breaking up?
Because I apparently don't look like I could live in Gilman.
Well, Tim, you still live with your parents, so it doesn't look like you could live in Gilman either, does it?
But in fact, I don't think that's it at all, that's really a convenient excuse for the fact that Tim is a taker, who wants a simple woman who will cook and clean and have simple opinions and straightforward feelings, who doesn't mind the fact that he will disappear for 6 hours every day in fall and winter to hunt, and who wants nothing more for herself than to live where he is and take care of him without concern to her own ambitions.
Which I thought I was doing a very good job at pretending to be. Apparently I am just too citified for him. Perhaps the most considerate thing he will ever do for me is break up with me. That way I won't be held prisioner to someone who doesn't want to imagine the possiblities of life, but really only wants solitude and routine.
But he was cute and funny and for now I miss him.
Although the reasons for this change in my lifestyle are there, none of them happen to be because he stopped liking me. This perplexes. Well, if you still like me, why are we breaking up?
Because I apparently don't look like I could live in Gilman.
Well, Tim, you still live with your parents, so it doesn't look like you could live in Gilman either, does it?
But in fact, I don't think that's it at all, that's really a convenient excuse for the fact that Tim is a taker, who wants a simple woman who will cook and clean and have simple opinions and straightforward feelings, who doesn't mind the fact that he will disappear for 6 hours every day in fall and winter to hunt, and who wants nothing more for herself than to live where he is and take care of him without concern to her own ambitions.
Which I thought I was doing a very good job at pretending to be. Apparently I am just too citified for him. Perhaps the most considerate thing he will ever do for me is break up with me. That way I won't be held prisioner to someone who doesn't want to imagine the possiblities of life, but really only wants solitude and routine.
But he was cute and funny and for now I miss him.