So Will and I are dorks. We like doing things together. Huh? Yup, you heard me. We actually LIKE doing things together. At least, I'm assuming so. He hasn't complained yet and he's honest with me. There are certain things we don't do together unless we have to... See my previous blog...
But last night as we sat in front of the computer reading blogs and talking about various points I realized we not only have fun together but we truly ENJOY each other's company. And a year later, we're not tired of each other. **Gasp** Call the newspaper! There have been times when we've been snippy at each other, me moreso than him, but we've been understanding.
We LIKE watching movies together. We have fun at the grocery. We truly enjoy a good coversation with each other. And I don't think I've had a girls night in a year, not a true one. And you know what? I'm okay with that. Many of my girlfriends are wrapped up in their own lives, they're getting married, having babies, staying busy themselves. And the few girlfriends that I need to see and make time to communicate with, I do.
Some of you may know my family isn't happy at all with Will. It's a whole different blog for a different day. Let's just suffice it to say they don't like the choices I'm making. This doesn't mean they are bad choices, they are just not THEIR choices. This has caused some conflict, but I decided a long time ago I can't live my life to please my family. If I did I would still be married, just to keep up appearances, to a husband who cannot remain faithful to me. No, they never came out and said that, but hearing a family member tell me my ex "took the pride away from our family" was all I needed to hear to fill in the blanks. I am trying to move on with my life. It's sad they can't love me in that.
So yes, Will and I are dorks. We sing along with the radio. We send each other lovey text messages all day. And we send each other pictures of us sitting at our desks doing nothing during the day with the caption, "Me Slavin Away". He puts the seat down and I tell him how romantic that is. I pass gas and he tells me "Good one". Oh yeah, we're dorks...
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