i guess everything isn't a fairy tale...
...because i'm pretty sure cinderella and prince charming never got into a fight.
joel and i got into our first argument thursday night. he wandered off in my car for FIVE HOURS without checking in. i was HACKED. at the four-hour marker, i packed up his shit. he got back, and i opened the door and said, "your shit's packed. give me the keys." he pleaded with me for an hour, and i finally relented. he stayed. i guess that the time at the clinic took longer than expected. he said he waited there for over an hour and a half. i told him that he should've called, even if it meant he used a pay phone. he fell all over himself apologizing and wrote me a letter while i was laying in bed. i wish i'd kept it, but oh well. it was so sweet, and he was totally kissing ass, but it worked. if you know me, you know that i'm quick to anger and quick to forgive. it must be the whole redhead thing. his ass-kissing worked on me. i guess i'm too tender-hearted. i didn't want to lose him. the thing that came out of it is that he's no longer driving my car ANYWHERE. not until he gets his cell phone back. he needs to learn responsibility, and he was irresponsible with my car. he was in MAJOR trouble. his penance was that he couldn't go out that night, since i was emotionally and physically exhausted and couldn't take him and pick him up. so he was stuck at home with my boring ass. talk about punishment.
he's sleeping right now; we actually went to bed kind of early last night. for him, 3 a.m. is really early. i fell asleep at 930 p.m. last night, then woke up to pick him up from playing games (D&D... yes, he's a geek). then we had some pizza and we both passed out at 3 a.m. and surprisingly, i slept. the ambien knocked me out for 6 hours. hell, earlier in the night, i managed to fall asleep without it. i was amazed. i usually can't sleep without some sort of sleep aid. maybe it was the fact that he woke my ass up before 5 a.m. and i couldn't get to sleep for the rest of the day. it was LOVELY sleeping in till 9 a.m. and i'd forgotten how pleasant it is to sleep in bed with him. all this week, i've been waking up when he's come to bed. grr.
but all is well between us again. the makeup sex was great. he knows how wrong he was and that he lost the priveleges of my car. i might let him borrow it again... if he gets his cell back and i can call his ass to make sure he comes home.
i thought i'd walked into a fairy tale... but even fairy tales have a glitch or two.
joel and i got into our first argument thursday night. he wandered off in my car for FIVE HOURS without checking in. i was HACKED. at the four-hour marker, i packed up his shit. he got back, and i opened the door and said, "your shit's packed. give me the keys." he pleaded with me for an hour, and i finally relented. he stayed. i guess that the time at the clinic took longer than expected. he said he waited there for over an hour and a half. i told him that he should've called, even if it meant he used a pay phone. he fell all over himself apologizing and wrote me a letter while i was laying in bed. i wish i'd kept it, but oh well. it was so sweet, and he was totally kissing ass, but it worked. if you know me, you know that i'm quick to anger and quick to forgive. it must be the whole redhead thing. his ass-kissing worked on me. i guess i'm too tender-hearted. i didn't want to lose him. the thing that came out of it is that he's no longer driving my car ANYWHERE. not until he gets his cell phone back. he needs to learn responsibility, and he was irresponsible with my car. he was in MAJOR trouble. his penance was that he couldn't go out that night, since i was emotionally and physically exhausted and couldn't take him and pick him up. so he was stuck at home with my boring ass. talk about punishment.
he's sleeping right now; we actually went to bed kind of early last night. for him, 3 a.m. is really early. i fell asleep at 930 p.m. last night, then woke up to pick him up from playing games (D&D... yes, he's a geek). then we had some pizza and we both passed out at 3 a.m. and surprisingly, i slept. the ambien knocked me out for 6 hours. hell, earlier in the night, i managed to fall asleep without it. i was amazed. i usually can't sleep without some sort of sleep aid. maybe it was the fact that he woke my ass up before 5 a.m. and i couldn't get to sleep for the rest of the day. it was LOVELY sleeping in till 9 a.m. and i'd forgotten how pleasant it is to sleep in bed with him. all this week, i've been waking up when he's come to bed. grr.
but all is well between us again. the makeup sex was great. he knows how wrong he was and that he lost the priveleges of my car. i might let him borrow it again... if he gets his cell back and i can call his ass to make sure he comes home.
i thought i'd walked into a fairy tale... but even fairy tales have a glitch or two.