So yesterday was our 6 month anniversary - I've been calling it our half-anniversary, since an anniversary is supposed to be annual. To celebrate we had dinner at Bar Avignon, the place we went to for our first date and have gone back to on several "monthiversaries" since. As always the food and company were excellent.
In addition, yesterday was Wayne's last day as a renter; he now officially lives at my house. One glance at the garage will confirm that, no doubt. :) He has unofficially been living here for about 3 months, but now there is no escape hatch! And now his mail comes here, which somehow makes it seem more real than having him actually here. Weird how that works, eh?
I've been thinking for several days about what to write here to mark the occasion. My last post about him embarrassed him to no end, despite my efforts to tone it down, and I don't want to make him cringe every time I post here. But sometimes there's no other way but to go all mushy...
I haven't had very good luck with relationships in my life, from my parents on down. I've had a boyfriend (or husband) in my life nearly continuously since I was 17, but most of them have not really been right for me. And I am not always the easiest person to be with, either - as I once told a friend (Hi Marina! :), I am both easily annoyed and have a high capacity for annoyance. In other words, it's easy to make me unhappy, but not easy to drive me away. Or, as my last therapist said, I stay in relationships too long, and my picker is slightly broken. :)
Well, it appears that my picker somehow got recalibrated, because this time around things are working out *much* better. We agree most of the time, and when we don't, we actually compromise! It tells you something about my life before this that that is a true novelty to me. We have a lot of fun together and he's doing an excellent job of adapting to my go-go-go lifestyle. And I'm learning to actually sit still on the couch sometimes and *watch* the television. What a concept! :)
He loves the dogs and likes the cats... he mows the lawn and puts away the laundry. We haven't had to divvy up the chores, because both of us pitch in and everything just gets done. He encourages me in the things I want to do, and sometimes motivates me to do the things I would rather not do, but must. He's just as cuddly as I am, and has adjusted well to being expected to hold my hand as we walk. :) In short, my life is the best it has ever been, and I am the happiest I have ever been, with him in it.
I have been accused of still having my rose colored glasses on, so I will say that not everything is 100% perfect all the time... we've had our moments just like everyone else. The difference is that we talk it out and get past it, and no-one ends up feeling disrespected in the end. There are a few things on which we don't quite see eye to eye, but how you deal with those is really the true measure of a relationship. And so far we're doing just fine.
Happy 6 months and one day, Wayne... I love you.
Nice to hear from you, and WONDERFUL to hear you so happy. I am thrilled for you.
Posted by: Wendy | July 07, 2009 at 10:53 PM
YAYAYAYAY! This made me so happy to read. :)
Posted by: Hollie | July 10, 2009 at 09:44 PM