So my fiance A. and I spent ALL weekend together. This is rare. We generally spend most of one day and part of another but almost never do we hang out together for 48 straight hours. And that is mostly because he works Saturday nights but also partly because we bicker. Nothing big or huge or life shattering, just a little bicker.
But this weekend we didn't. Nada. Nothing. I think because I swore to myself I would try really *really* hard, and I did and we didn't. And that felt awesome. But not a little disheartening because it also made me realize that crap. its all in my hands, isn't it? If I keep my withering glances to myself (and i've got a pretty good witherer if I don't say so myself.) anyway, if i keep the wither to myself, we all get along. we go to sleep all snuggly and then he goes out and buys Sunday breakfast.
Damn it. Now I have to be good.
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so even though there are two of you living there, you're entirely responsible for the peace of your home? interesting take. i think you both made that decision.
Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky. ~Rainer Maria Rilke
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