sappy post title, i know, but i do. the last time we saw the couples counselor, she suggested that every night Brian and i should talk about the next day, what our individual plans are, whether or not i have what i need for the following day–quarters for parking meters if i see my therapist; something i can make myself for lunch; all those little everyday things. this is to help cut down on my anxiety or feeling that i’m not prepared, or not being able to find what i need at the last minute, and then freaking out and calling him at work to yell at him because i’m freaking out. i always apologize and assure him that i’m not mad at him and, as my borderline symptoms continue to decrease, not blame him for whatever’s going wrong. he knows not to take it personally, but it takes its toll. that’s my exteme reaction.
the one that’s more likely is the scenario where i call him up at work:
Brian: Hello?
Me: I don’t know what to do.
Brian: About what?
Me: [insert the most trivial decision, ever; it could be anything because sometimes i'm so tightly wound that i can't decide which shoes to wear, or it could be something like the other day at the ?ber yuppie health club]
he’s always very patient and walks me through each step of my decision-making process.
well, tonight is the first time in a year or so that he’s away on business, and he won’t be home ’til Friday. he called me earlier and we talked about what i have in store for tomorrow. i see the therapist, so i made sure to put quarters in my wallet while we were on the phone.
i told him that i wasn’t sure if i would go to the ?ber yuppie health club because it’s cleaning lady day and she shows up anywhere from noon to 1:00pm. i like to be either on my way out the door when she arrives or better yet, gone. i’d prefer to shower at home rather than at the gym, but i don’t know exactly what time i would leave, let alone return, or whether or not i’d have the nerve to go. plus, i see the therapist at 3:00pm. (see how my thinking process works?)
and he said what he always does, but tonight, maybe it’s because he’s a few states away, it really hit home and made me realize how much i love him and miss him:
Brian: No matter what you decide to do, whether you go or not, you know i’ll still love you.
Me: Even if i end up weighing a thousand pounds?
Brian: You could never weigh a thousand pounds.
Me: OK, but even if i did?
Brian: Even then.
ok, i’m going to wipe my tears away now.
Ohh hes a keeper! Good Man
I agree with Mrs. Hell on Wheels. I think that’s just the sweetest thing. I’m so happy for you Barb. You know, I think what would be special, is if, you plan a romantic little dinner for you and Brian or something when he comes back. I bet, he would love it. Every time I bake or cook for Kris, he’s thrilled… the same thing goes for when he cooks for me and it’s really good. You know, one time, and I know this is WAY too much info, but hey, it’s me…after all… Kris and I had sex, right after I had some gourmet chocolate cake that he brought to me from Pappadeaux’s (he used to work at a Cajun-style, 5-star restaurant), and I think it was the cocoa that got me all “in the mood” n’ stuff… shoot, I think I actually ended up eating some chocolate cake WHILE we were doin’ it… bwahaha, hey, it was wild. We’ve only done something like that once. Shoot, I should probably blog about this one next entry, LOL.
Oh, bless him! he rules
as, of course, do you…so it’s only fair
I love Brian too. But don’t tell him. It’s not very manly.
You lucky woman – how many of us could only dream to find a man like that – a real man! *tears*
Brian rocks!
Sounds like a nice guy.
Awwwww!
I’m like that. I have to call Girlfriend aaaaaall the time – I bet other people think were nuts.
*nods and looks at phone longingly*
thanks for the kind words, everyone. Brian is a really special guy.
I got a good man too. He sticks by me and keeps me sane.
ok, i’m weeping right now… and i’m not even preggers anymore!!! :’}