So I walked into this blog with my guns blazing. If you happened to mosey into the joint while enjoying the scenery and eating an ice cream cone, you probably felt like you stumbled into into a bank robbery. Not the quiet ones of today with concealed weapons and sissy notes to the teller. I mean the old time heists complete with horses, gun battles, chases, and those sexy spurs.You see, HisSide isn't computer savvy, but he surprised me several months ago with a fantastic suggestion: "Let's start a blog about our relationship and tell folks all the stuff that others won't admit to."
This was shocking pillow talk coming from a man who thinks the internet is evil. (Seriously. He does.) I was drooling over the idea. I often complain about the useless nature of the sugar-coated love stories that elders tell younguns to help promote relationship bliss.
"What? You never had a single fight your entire relationship, grandma? That is awesome. You really love each other."
I dislike such nonsense. I once lost an eye when it dislodged from the socket during an eye-rolling episode in reaction to a story much like that one. (I'm better now. And I'm also kidding.) Never fighting means you were never engaged with enough passion to bother. I bet grandpa argued more with the mistress than grandma. (Damn. Did I say that?)
So I eventually managed to actually start the damned blog, and my timing was fantastic. As you can see from the archive, me and HisSide were fighting. Not once, but in a chronic downward spiral. Now that I've been here for a minute and my guns aren't blazing, I must slow down long enough to say: The man with which I share this blog is my best friend, an endless source of laughter, a die-hard protector, and one of the greatest joys of my day. He has flaws that make me think twice. And some of those flaws even robbed numerous days of peaceful existence.
But guess what? My shit stinks too. Some of that criticizing I do has a lot to do with my human
See you back here next time.
2 comments:
I don't have anything of any use to say ... glad to read what is here.
Oh, folks who know me, know that I likely journal out here, but I won't ever confirm it. It would be my luck that find scraps and bits, piece things together and I have to get medieval on them!
And as it's said, the first step in recovery is admitting there's a problem. The fact that you're not only able to do that, but to want to do something about it; speaks to the depth of what you really want/need/hope to get from the relationship. Sugar coating ish and calling it candy makes me sick from both orifices.
I defer to this blog as it serves as reassurance that I'm in fact not crazy or in the minority for some of my actions or thoughts. Not only that, it offers a realness that is certainly lacking from social and intimate interactions on all levels.
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