(if only our first “fight” was in Iceland driving the ring road like this photo appears to be, so romantic!)
We had our first fight. An argument, sort of. Really a misunderstanding, miscommunication, a discussion that got emotional and ultimately ended in a wonderful talk that clarified some real key issues and brought us closer. But in the middle of it I was terrified. That I would ruin everything.
I don’t like to fight. Or argue. It’s not fun. I love to discuss, and I’ve found a man who likes me having “strong opinions” and we can disagree on things and there is no problem. This is wonderful.
But while my emotions were getting the best of me I was feeling total despair. I want him to understand me, to see me as I am. When I realized that he had gotten this skewed image and I was trying to make things clear I was so scared that I’d fail or maybe he’d decide I wasn’t “good enough” for him. But then we talked it out and it was so good to resolve things through the tears and confusion.
I love him SO much. And this gratitude feels so good, almost as good as being in his arms.
We are going to spend Thanksgiving with my family. I’ve never taken a boyfriend to a family function, ever. I wish he could meet my mom so much. I think she’d approve. I’m looking forward to this milestone, and all the ones to follow.
Spinsterhag is turning into a grownup!