Nuptials

So, partner's getting married this weekend. Exciting for him. They're going to be very happy. I like her a lot; they're good for each other, I think.

I came across a quote: The calmest husbands make the stormiest wives. I think it's an English proverb. Not sure, but I can see that becoming the case. He's calm, she's, well. Not as much.

He'd rather talk it out, she'd rather argue it out. She'd rather talk, talk, talk, he'd rather think it through, then talk. Umm, see a pattern? He and I are very similar. Maybe that's why we get along well. Partner's and such.
His future Mrs. is much like, well, SLPTG. Not sure if SLPTG is the future Mrs. or not. Not sure.

HER did some damage on the way out that will take some time to correct before something like that happens again. Not happens, because matrimony certainly doesn't happen, but, you get what I mean.

So, this weekend, I'm charged with organizing a Bachelor party (been working on it), dog sitting, going with SLPTG to watch fireworks, back to dogsit (God damn, I'm going to get a pet just so I don't have to watch everybody else's pets), wedding place by Noon-ish on Sunday, festivities, then drive back to prepare for a very, very long week. I'm dreading the weekend and the following week already. That's no way to spend a Friday.


-Rusty.

Road to nowhere

So. On the road to whoknowswhere. Yeah. That's how it felt. I mean, come on. How can two people argue that much about stuff; the way SLPTG and I do. Then it hit me. I care. I care. I care? Really. What's that all about?

When two people are together who really don't care much about much, there's no friction, no rubbing the wrong way. Hmm, maybe that's why HER and I had no arguments. There was no caring, no passion, no, umm, reason to disagree. HER had no opinion. None. That's tough to be around. Easy to be around, but tough.

So, the past few days have been good. Great, actually. I'm still trying to wrap my mind around this idea that two people can have it out and be ok. I guess that's just not what I'm used to, so it's a little different; a little odd.

I'm not saying it's wrong. just odd.

-Rusty

The Promise of a New Day

So. To complete the circle I started last time.

We had it out, it ended with "I think I need a weekend off from you!"

I get a message around 11. I'm working at big, ugly blue place and SLPTG knows this. I retrieve said message about 3:00. Short day. Yeah!

Message something to the effect of: didn't mean to say that, want to talk tonight.

Umm? What? No, "I'm sorry," no, "If you would like to, I'd like to talk."

So, many hours later, I return the call. That's when the apology happens. OK, that's a start. Well. She wants to get together and talk. Umm, ok, 24 hours ago you wanted a weekend off, now you want to talk. Make up your fucking mind.

She pleads, I resist. She begs, I resist. Finally I let go. OK, fine. Let's do it. Let's work this motherfucker out. Once and for all. As Mills Lane says, "Get it on."

So, lots of confessing, divulging, tears, etc. later. She feels responsible (hello?), she feels like she's the reason we argue so much (hello?) and she feels like she needs to do some thinking to figure out how to make it better (ok, we're making progress).

OK, that's a start. OK, I'm supposed to complete forgive the comments made the previous day. "They were made when I was mad. You can't take that and hold it against me, I was angry." Well. That's a load of crap. Much sorting out continues, and we think we're on the road. The road to whoknowswhere.


-Rusty.