I decided to throw mom a bone and told her that I would show up for a couple family High Holler-days meals. She was happy about that. I also told her that I would be polite and try not to beat anyone pulp. Emphasis on try. I suppose I could do a quick make-up run so I can at least look prettier than usual. Maybe take some things over to the cleaners. I know I've said this multiple times but I really hate these big meals. They're too long, boring, the food and company suck. If I have to do these holiday meals, I'd rather be around people I stand not people who endlessly talk about their children or President Obama is the devil. I get so bored listening to synagogue gossip that I want to scream. By picking and choosing when I want to come, I can maintain some level of sanity on my part. Maybe the bf can join me on the weekend. I just sent him an email about it.
Speaking of the bf, we've been trying to have an overnight. We both want it. I love the idea of falling asleep in his arms and waking up to him in the morning. If it were really up to both of us, we'd live together. There is definitely wonderful about sharing that first cup of coffee in the morning with someone you love. This new love is something so overwhelming. I thought I could never again feel so completely in love with another person. Nor did I ever believe that I could be deeply in love with such a kind, gentle, loving person. I feel so completely happy with him and I miss him when he's not around. The only thing I genuinely wish is that he would stop putting up mental roadblocks and let himself feel his feelings; be in the moment. I just have to be patient with him.
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