Speed Bump with Leann?
It's been a very rocky few days for my relationship with Leann. For several months now, things have been goin great. Probably a little fast, but not flash-in-a-pan fast. A couple weeks ago, Leann went to a wedding down in Las Vegas and, while enjoying the night life one of the evenings she was down there, she met a man who showed her quite an evening out. The guy was somewhat wealthy and was able to treat her to a $300/plate restaurant at the top of a casino before drinks at exclusive clubs. The whole time, he was made aware that Leann has a boyfriend, but it was one of those chance encounters where two people become friends on the spot and hang out for a few hours before going on with their lives.
Leann says nothing more than that happened, and I believe her. I wouldn't be a very good friend to her if I didn't encourage her to meet people and find more friends, so I didn't mind very much at all. In fact, I was kind of flattered that she respected me enough to tell me everything that went on on the trip.
However, ever since the trip, Leann has been a different person. Being with the mysterious Vegas man, however innocent and short an encounter it was, has affected her and made her look down upon her regular life here in Portland. She claims that while she was with him being wined and dined, she felt like she was in, quote, "her element," that she desired more exposure to that party lifestyle. She cautioned me that cutting loose was in her blood and began wondering aloud if our relationship could last given that she sees herself as a wild creature and I am not.
It all came to a head last night during a visit with her at her apartment. We came together over dinner and spent several hours talking about everything. Leann aired a lot of her concerns, such as my unemployment and her fears that my family judges her because of what I write about in this journal. The conversations covered everything about us and a lot of it was hard to hear. There were several moments when I felt I'd heard enough and that it might be better if I left. However, she held me. She held me and she looked at me and she told me she wanted me. She said, in her own words, that I was good for her. Truly, she just seems to be in a funk about life and I think she knows it's not something ending a great relationship or beginning a new one will fix, no matter who the guy is. We held each other a while longer and committed ourselves again to one another. Who knows where we'll be in the long run, but for now, her and I are right where we need to be.
In other news, quick blurb, my dad is finally employed again. He took a job being an assembler at a local industrial plant that makes 3D displays and glasses for theaters and home entertainment. His first shift is tonight (!) so we'll see by morning how it went. That should ease some of the financial tension that's been going on around here for a year. Whew!
Leann says nothing more than that happened, and I believe her. I wouldn't be a very good friend to her if I didn't encourage her to meet people and find more friends, so I didn't mind very much at all. In fact, I was kind of flattered that she respected me enough to tell me everything that went on on the trip.
However, ever since the trip, Leann has been a different person. Being with the mysterious Vegas man, however innocent and short an encounter it was, has affected her and made her look down upon her regular life here in Portland. She claims that while she was with him being wined and dined, she felt like she was in, quote, "her element," that she desired more exposure to that party lifestyle. She cautioned me that cutting loose was in her blood and began wondering aloud if our relationship could last given that she sees herself as a wild creature and I am not.
It all came to a head last night during a visit with her at her apartment. We came together over dinner and spent several hours talking about everything. Leann aired a lot of her concerns, such as my unemployment and her fears that my family judges her because of what I write about in this journal. The conversations covered everything about us and a lot of it was hard to hear. There were several moments when I felt I'd heard enough and that it might be better if I left. However, she held me. She held me and she looked at me and she told me she wanted me. She said, in her own words, that I was good for her. Truly, she just seems to be in a funk about life and I think she knows it's not something ending a great relationship or beginning a new one will fix, no matter who the guy is. We held each other a while longer and committed ourselves again to one another. Who knows where we'll be in the long run, but for now, her and I are right where we need to be.
In other news, quick blurb, my dad is finally employed again. He took a job being an assembler at a local industrial plant that makes 3D displays and glasses for theaters and home entertainment. His first shift is tonight (!) so we'll see by morning how it went. That should ease some of the financial tension that's been going on around here for a year. Whew!