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bloodsong1) wrote2014-01-15 06:15 pm
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I think I see the problem here.
This LJ, which is how a lot of my friends keep track of me, has been full of Indigo and relationship situations because that has been what's going on. I'm not a rabid blogger and some days if there's nothing I feel to report, I don't.
So in the hopes of perhaps reassuring all my very concerned friends about my current situation, let me tell you what I was greeted with when I came home tonight:
Dinner cooked and on the table. Cuteness was eating, SLB & IDK had finished as they had MtG tonight.
A clean and organized bedroom.
...
Let me repeat that.
A CLEAN AND ORGANIZED BEDROOM!
SLB had taken the afternoon, as I copped a ride from Chibi-Ryu the coworker, to organize my closet, pick up everything that was scattered around the bedroom, organize THAT and I'm pretty sure he vacuumed as well. The bed has a small stack of clean clothes I need to put away, as it's all my stuff and the closet ran out of hangars. The bed is MADE. Tomorrow, SLB informed me, he is going to tackle the downstairs again.
...
I can honestly say that in my 17 years of being an adult and being in an adult relationship, that SLB is the first and ONLY boyfriend/SO that made it a point to clean the house, especially after getting into my pants. Not even Wolf did so well and I love Wolf dearly. He never kept up his end of the housekeeping bargain, the floors, while I always kept up mine, the laundry.
There hasn't been a lot of SLB praise in here for a while. I guess I've gotten a little...complacent about how he picks up the house while I'm at work. However, that doesn't stop the little surge of amazed gratitude I get walking in and finding another room that is clean. It's...wow.
I hope this settles some concerns. We had a few talks regarding his tantrum. He agrees it was stupid and childish. No, he's not sure it won't happen again. Yes, he understands my first reaction to such behaviors is to wait for the fit to end and then try to talk it out. Yes, the bruise on his hip is spectacular and itching like a mofo. Yes, I'll still be watching him.
I am not well, guys. I have a lot of emotional schtuff to work through. I still intend to discuss medications. But, I've gotta admit, there's this little flutter of hope that I just might get some sort of happiness eventually.
So in the hopes of perhaps reassuring all my very concerned friends about my current situation, let me tell you what I was greeted with when I came home tonight:
Dinner cooked and on the table. Cuteness was eating, SLB & IDK had finished as they had MtG tonight.
A clean and organized bedroom.
...
Let me repeat that.
A CLEAN AND ORGANIZED BEDROOM!
SLB had taken the afternoon, as I copped a ride from Chibi-Ryu the coworker, to organize my closet, pick up everything that was scattered around the bedroom, organize THAT and I'm pretty sure he vacuumed as well. The bed has a small stack of clean clothes I need to put away, as it's all my stuff and the closet ran out of hangars. The bed is MADE. Tomorrow, SLB informed me, he is going to tackle the downstairs again.
...
I can honestly say that in my 17 years of being an adult and being in an adult relationship, that SLB is the first and ONLY boyfriend/SO that made it a point to clean the house, especially after getting into my pants. Not even Wolf did so well and I love Wolf dearly. He never kept up his end of the housekeeping bargain, the floors, while I always kept up mine, the laundry.
There hasn't been a lot of SLB praise in here for a while. I guess I've gotten a little...complacent about how he picks up the house while I'm at work. However, that doesn't stop the little surge of amazed gratitude I get walking in and finding another room that is clean. It's...wow.
I hope this settles some concerns. We had a few talks regarding his tantrum. He agrees it was stupid and childish. No, he's not sure it won't happen again. Yes, he understands my first reaction to such behaviors is to wait for the fit to end and then try to talk it out. Yes, the bruise on his hip is spectacular and itching like a mofo. Yes, I'll still be watching him.
I am not well, guys. I have a lot of emotional schtuff to work through. I still intend to discuss medications. But, I've gotta admit, there's this little flutter of hope that I just might get some sort of happiness eventually.
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I'm hoping to see you at Imbolc at Barb's.
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I'm hoping this works out, not just for you, but for him also. I know that failure mode, I almost fell into it.
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