This is obviously a follow up to last week’s gray, but here’s what seems to be happening on a weekly basis, lately. The weekends are great. We, The Boss and I, always have a lot of fun on the weekends. We talk; well mostly he does, for hours on end about anything and everything. Usually we laugh a lot, and of course there are plenty of times we disagree, and I just listen. He loves it that I listen, tells me I’m the best, that I’m his best friend, and thanks me just for being me. Isn’t that sweet?
Next thing you know, it’s a weekday, he’s been working and he comes over to see my roommate, they are friends and they work together. It’s as if it’s annoying to him that I’m there too, even though it’s my apartment. Now, I know that he, and a lot of other guys, are single minded. What I mean is, there’s work mode and fun mode. Fine, I get that, but don’t come to my house and make me feel like uncomfortable like that. He’s a self-proclaimed button pusher, and he likes to see how far he can push people until they either throw him out, or maybe sucker punch him.
The tough part is talking to him about it. He’s one of those people that you have to know when the right time is to bring something up, which obviously is during the weekend. I on the other hand, tend to get pissed off and leave rather than say something right when it happens. For instance, today I’m writing you from my friend’s house 250 miles away from home. This method has its drawbacks. For one thing, he’s figured out that even if I’m trying to be pleasant and act like I don’t care, my leaving is a sign that I’m pissed off. As if that was so hard to figure out. Secondly, now I’m not in my own house anymore, and getting more and more pissed off rather than cooling off. At least I haven’t said something in anger that I might regret, right? You can’t really recover from walking out, slamming the door and then kicking it though, especially if the dramatic exit ends in tripping and nearly falling on your face. Yes, I did that, thank god I didn’t actually fall, that would have totally sucked.
I’m making him sound like a jerk, which I’ll admit, sometimes he is, but over the past nine plus months, it’s been more fun than shit. Ugh, I sound like one of those stupid women trying to rationalize bad choices, don’t I? Before me he was involved with someone much younger than him, which makes her like 20 years younger than me, which is just crazy to comprehend. I know he’s used to dealing with someone who let him act like that, and still wanted to be with him no matter how shitty he was. This is where the ‘40 is the new 20’ thing does NOT apply to me. You only need to act that way once, well twice, well okay maybe three times, before I’ve had enough. Since it’s a relatively new thing, I’ll let it run its course and figure out a better way to deal with it. I mean, we’re really still getting to know each other, and other things that ticked me off have been resolved, and I’m sure there are plenty of things I do that tick him off, right? Nah….
You tick him off??? Nah!!! :-)
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