Weekend Off

Hello Everyone:

I should be folding some laundry right now but it can wait until after dinner. Let's see, a typical Thursday: chores and errands. Is it strange to look forward to a partner-less weekend?  The Sometime BF's brother is visiting, beginning today, so this weekend I am without company. My first thought is "oh thank goodness, I can sleep."  The wake up and middle of the night sex was a bit much. I hated being crammed into a corner, on twin bed (I know but it's what I have) and the almost lack of privacy. He comes over and just drapes himself on my bed, sometimes watching me while I get dressed.  I mean, where does he think he is, at his house?  I told him I need some breathing room, maybe I need to clarify things. The most annoying thing so far, he shows up way too early as in an hour or so too early. I keep telling him that's not necessary. I really have to get used to showing up fashionably late. In all fairness, I need to get used to having a partner with a constant presence. One of the things I liked about the Brit BF was the distance. I could go about my day, do whatever I needed to do, without him looming in the background. Even when we were finally together, he still respected my need for privacy, except for the one time he walked in on me in the bath to tell me he was stepping out. By that point he had already seen me naked and I didn't mind. It sounds like I'm trying to find things wrong with he Sometime BF. Okay maybe I am. Bad habit. Part of it is also me and my near inability to be an a healthy relationship. I start to look for faults, nitpick at things. I guess I don't want to be disappointed when the relationship ends.  Anyway, it's just about time to eat. More later