blacksand
Brilliant_Rock
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Tomorrow will be two weeks since my boyfriend''s job interview. He thought it went really well and was feeling really confident about it. I had a really good feeling about it for some reason. I never have good feelings. I''m a worrier and a pessimist. But I really felt differently about this one, and I was eagerly awaiting the call, the celebratory dinner, the champagne, and the renewed talk of engagement. But it didn''t come. At this point, it doesn''t look like it will.
We had a simultaneous double meltdown on Friday night. It was BAD. He was helping with the food shopping for the double surprise birthday party I was throwing for my parents. I''ve never really planned a party on this scale without help from my mom, so I was a nervous wreck. Not to mention I had just found out that day about some "restructuring" at work that puts my job in a very precarious position. All that, and I HATE shopping. So we were both on edge, and we argued about everything from what kind of chips to buy to how much icing we would need for the cake. We were still bickering when we got back to my place. I lay down on the couch in exasperation. Then he lay down with me and started to cry. I had literally NEVER seen him cry before. He told me he was scared [about his job situation]. I knew he was...but I had never heard him say it. All I could do was hold him and tell him things will get better, and that I''ll be here no matter what. I feel powerless to help, and I hate it.
The good: We got it together and got some cooking done late Friday night, and spent all day Saturday with his best friends from college, whom we almost never get to see. I had only met them once before in all the time we''ve been dating. They live in different places and are mostly married with kids now, so it''s just hard to get together. In any case, we had a great day, I felt really comfortable with all of them, one of them repeatedly slipped and referred to me as his fiancee, and [warning: this is dumb] they all added me as facebook friends by the end of the day. Yes, I know, facebook is no measure of a relationship, it''s silly, it''s ridiculous, but I still like feeling like his friends are now my friends, in some small way. Then Sunday, we actually managed to pull off the surprise party! I couldn''t have done it without my brother and my boyfriend, who were both amazing. We had about 30 guests, and all the food I cooked and the cake I baked were well received. All of my relatives went out of their way to thank my boyfriend for his role in planning the party. They hugged him, they kissed him, they actually clapped for him along with me and my brother. I know my family loves my boyfriend, but to see how comfortably ALL of my relatives interacted with him was really nice. My mom even included him when we took a photo of the immediate family.
I woke up this morning to an e-mail from his mom, asking me how the party went and if I was able to use the slow cooker she lent me. I know this is all really mundane stuff, but I love it. I love watching him get closer to my family and friends, and getting closer to his. I really feel our lives intertwining more and more every day, and it''s the greatest feeling I''ve ever had.
We had a simultaneous double meltdown on Friday night. It was BAD. He was helping with the food shopping for the double surprise birthday party I was throwing for my parents. I''ve never really planned a party on this scale without help from my mom, so I was a nervous wreck. Not to mention I had just found out that day about some "restructuring" at work that puts my job in a very precarious position. All that, and I HATE shopping. So we were both on edge, and we argued about everything from what kind of chips to buy to how much icing we would need for the cake. We were still bickering when we got back to my place. I lay down on the couch in exasperation. Then he lay down with me and started to cry. I had literally NEVER seen him cry before. He told me he was scared [about his job situation]. I knew he was...but I had never heard him say it. All I could do was hold him and tell him things will get better, and that I''ll be here no matter what. I feel powerless to help, and I hate it.
The good: We got it together and got some cooking done late Friday night, and spent all day Saturday with his best friends from college, whom we almost never get to see. I had only met them once before in all the time we''ve been dating. They live in different places and are mostly married with kids now, so it''s just hard to get together. In any case, we had a great day, I felt really comfortable with all of them, one of them repeatedly slipped and referred to me as his fiancee, and [warning: this is dumb] they all added me as facebook friends by the end of the day. Yes, I know, facebook is no measure of a relationship, it''s silly, it''s ridiculous, but I still like feeling like his friends are now my friends, in some small way. Then Sunday, we actually managed to pull off the surprise party! I couldn''t have done it without my brother and my boyfriend, who were both amazing. We had about 30 guests, and all the food I cooked and the cake I baked were well received. All of my relatives went out of their way to thank my boyfriend for his role in planning the party. They hugged him, they kissed him, they actually clapped for him along with me and my brother. I know my family loves my boyfriend, but to see how comfortably ALL of my relatives interacted with him was really nice. My mom even included him when we took a photo of the immediate family.
I woke up this morning to an e-mail from his mom, asking me how the party went and if I was able to use the slow cooker she lent me. I know this is all really mundane stuff, but I love it. I love watching him get closer to my family and friends, and getting closer to his. I really feel our lives intertwining more and more every day, and it''s the greatest feeling I''ve ever had.