Private life validated! *bing*
Thank God that's over.
PDA is not natural to me, I hate being watched, and I hate having to prove to everyone around me that my marriage is valid through elaborate public rituals. It's none of your business, I want to snap. But no, since everyone else is talking about their plans and posting grandly about how devoted they are, my private life, by comparison, must not be real.
Fuck this stupid holiday.
Besides. Jay likes sending flowers, I hate getting them, and no matter what I say, he will not stop. This is going to stress me out and make me feel bad twice a year for the rest of our lives together. Whee.
Besides x 2, a friend recently said that we never act like a married couple, which was incredibly hurtful. I don't know what I'm doing wrong, but it must be pretty bad. Maybe it's the flowers thing.
I don't know how this is done, since I literally know no one else with a marriage like ours. (Unlike our elders, we don't want to be locked into pipe & slippers / vacuum cleaner & pearls '50s stereotypes.) I seem to be failing at it, and I don't know how to stop that.
Yeah, so... good times.
Countdown to the end of winter! Let's say 5 weeks, right around March 21. All right.
edit: of course, 1 hour later I was search & replacing random words in my story document with "pants". Perhaps I am just too immature for grownup life.
PDA is not natural to me, I hate being watched, and I hate having to prove to everyone around me that my marriage is valid through elaborate public rituals. It's none of your business, I want to snap. But no, since everyone else is talking about their plans and posting grandly about how devoted they are, my private life, by comparison, must not be real.
Fuck this stupid holiday.
Besides. Jay likes sending flowers, I hate getting them, and no matter what I say, he will not stop. This is going to stress me out and make me feel bad twice a year for the rest of our lives together. Whee.
Besides x 2, a friend recently said that we never act like a married couple, which was incredibly hurtful. I don't know what I'm doing wrong, but it must be pretty bad. Maybe it's the flowers thing.
I don't know how this is done, since I literally know no one else with a marriage like ours. (Unlike our elders, we don't want to be locked into pipe & slippers / vacuum cleaner & pearls '50s stereotypes.) I seem to be failing at it, and I don't know how to stop that.
Yeah, so... good times.
Countdown to the end of winter! Let's say 5 weeks, right around March 21. All right.
edit: of course, 1 hour later I was search & replacing random words in my story document with "pants". Perhaps I am just too immature for grownup life.