When I’m done work I’m so friggin exhausted - all I want to do is sit and eat.
And now that I have a significant other, I no longer sit and eat alone. However, I feel rude if I randomly get up and start cleaning/washing my clothes - so the place has fallen to ruin.
The tipping point came when I just about buried myself in a avalanche of my clothes- so my lovely boy has decided to help me bring order to this chaos.
He’s my maid now. And I think that’s fair payment for me cooking for him and taking care of his bad shoulder.
“Mum, this isn’t the 1890s. I’m not going to run off to France to spend my nights in a opium den and my days writing bad poetry. I might be the libertine of the family- but modern society has made it unfashionable to live such a life, and die in squalor. So, don’t worry.”
I feel as if I were in a gay relationship, but I’m not. Now I know how hard it must be for some people living in small-minded towns surrounded by ignorant, hateful people.
We both know our families would try to rip us apart if tell them- and we want to tell them. The few people we have told right away jump on us and lecture us- but I’m happy to say that once they see us together they apologize and treat us normally. Although, a few of them still stare at me as if I was some bizarre exotic animal. It’s hard to take.
We made a pact that the pressure we feel from our friends and family won’t be a reason why our relationship ends- we’re not going to let outside forces end something that makes us both happy.
So, I’m seeing someone new- we’ve been writing letters (hand written letters!) for about four months now.
We met on the bus to Penticton from Kamloops.
Anyway, he was away for a few months and we wrote to each other and now he’s back in town and we really hit it off- things seem to be good.
However, when I mention his age people have this reaction
Because he’s seven years younger than me.
There’s concern for both parties
But despite the difference we get a long wonderfully - he’s more mature than any of the 30 year olds I’ve been with (that’s not saying much..but yeah) and this is the most healthy/mutually beneficial relationship I have ever had. He pushes me out of my comfort zone and keeps getting me to work on my physical health (we go to the gym together)- and I keep him from trouble and offer advice and I seem to be one of the few stable people in his life.
So, I’m just going to do what makes me happy from now on
I promise I’ll start updating my sims legacies soon
I promise!! Pinky swear!
I like someone
But my family has threatened to disown me (they’ve made that threat more than once -and it’s usually linked to me dating someone. Or, like this one time they thought I was bisexual and they said I was going to live on the streets..) if I get romantic with them- just because he’s younger than me.
It’s crappy really, because we both really like each other but our families would freak out.
Previously my family forced a guy to stop seeing me because he was four years younger- and the poor guy decided I wasn’t worth all the bs that my parents made, so he started seeing someone else.
I don’t want that situation to repeat it’s self- I rather like this guy.
We met at a really weird time in each other’s lives too, we met on bus and the day after he left for rehab. During that time I was battling really bad depression - so writing letters to him really helped me. It gave me something to look forward to.
Like, I would run home from work, all eager to check my mail box. And he’d occasionally sneak a call in and tell staff he was phoning his mother. It might sound dysfunctional, but I thought it was very sweet.
Anyway, I just hope our friendship/relationship continues to do well and we don’t get in too much shit.
I’m doing the Colour run in August - I can’t wait!
Most people post attractive beach photos of them and their friends on tumblr
These are my beach photos
Lindsey, Me, and Chantal during a wine tour in Chile