| | Despite the recent financial problems that have been plagueing Di and I over the last few months, I feel this need to point out to people that I am happy. Deliriously happy. I usually use my xanga to bitch, but Di and I are really enjoying living together. I always felt we were highly compatible, but doing the long distance thing is difficult, and the fact is that you never really know until you live close enough to see each other more then twice a month. But it has been overwhelmingly good. I love seeing her every morning, and every night before bed. I love being able to come home and get a nice big hug and kiss. I love cooking with her and snuggling our kitties. She's turned me onto new TV shows and my CD collection has increased exponentially.
We've had some pretty big fights over the last six months, but we've worked it out, and more importantly, we've learned to argue better and learned to adapt our behavior. We share the chores we don't like, unless we can pawn them off on the other one (I do garbage, she does cat boxes) and we both slack off on the laundry. She still has her shows that I refuse to watch (they start with an A and end in mericanidol) and I make burgers just for me on the George Foreman. We buy on sale valentines day candy because we couldn't afford it before the 15th and complain about our lumpy but free couches. And it is all wonderful.
While reading my blogs today, I came across this book review where this author was basically whining that since girls now-a-days are all big sluts, we'll never learn how to have long term relationships and we'll die alone, lonely, fat, and much like a house with broken windows. But I've had more sexual partners then I have fingers and toes, and I'm not broken at all. Having a lot of sex didn't teach me how to have a long term relationship, but neither did it teach me to bring about world peace or do decoupage. Remarkably, doing something completely unrelated to the activity in question won't teach you how to do the activity in question. It did teach me how to expand my knowledge of people, how to look at things from someone else's angle, how to get out of my shell and try new things, and how to understand things myself. I have good sexual technique, but that isn't the main thing I learned. I learned about the fragility, complexity, and power of humanity. I learned how to experience, how to appreciate, and how to understand. And all those lessons lead me directly to Di and the relationship we created. I learned how to be in a long term relationship by being in a long term relationship, but I was ready, willing, and able to do it because of what I learned from all the women and men I didn't have long term relationships with.
I'm 24 years old, and by some people's estimation, I should be some kind of broken slut crying buckets about my past indiscretions and inability to find a mate. But instead I'm dizzily happy, pursuing a career I love, and planning for a lifetime with someone who loves me. We discuss our children's names and what I'll plant in the garden in the back yard or what color to paint the kitchen or what music to play at our wedding. And I know our home is strong, our home is blessed, and our home is wonderful.
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| | Posted 2/20/2007 2:57 PM - 22 views - 2 comments
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