I know that everybody is sick of me talking about my boyfriend IRL, so I just don’t do it most of the time. They’re tired of hearing that we broke up or we’re fighting or we’re back together or he’s being annoying or I’m being a bitch. It’s boring to everyone except for us. I really do try my best to not talk about him unless somebody else brings him up, out of consideration to their disinterest. It’s not nice to force people to feign interest to be polite, you know?
But I refuse to censor myself on here! So may your eyes glaze over and may you skip to the next entry on your feeds if you so desire.
We’re back together, question mark. We’re back to spending time together and going out together, etc. But we’re still talking about some issues. But we’re still with each other all the time. But… Ok, fine, we’re back together. (He spent a good ten minutes coercing me to state that yesterday.)
But this time it will be different! (She says for the hundredth time.) This time I will speak up all the time, instead of just most of the time. When he is rude, I will firmly tell him right then and there. I will not bottle up hundreds of tiny annoyances. I will either tell him my issue or let it go. I will try my best to be the nicest of nice to him (when I can, i.e. when I’m not being a moody Gemini) to encourage him to return the favor. I will be more affectionate and supportive and caring.
Notice that all of these are things that I will do? Because Lord knows I will never change him. But I like him all the same overall and I am happier when I am with him, which is still the bottom line, as I once upon a time told Amanda. And that is still true, so I am still with him.