I am completely in love with my boyfriend.
I haven't made a post in here in a very long time, because, well, I've been incredibly happy. I've had random interests in a few guys, and I had a big crush on one of my at-the-time coworkers over a year ago, but that passed uneventfully.
But I always come back to that there really isn't anyone better for me than Eric. No one else would understand me. No one else would forgive me. I am quite a handful, and I must say, since he lets me get away with being so weird and out of control, I really don't think that anyone else could stand me. I can't stand me sometimes.
It's not that bad. We just, you know, are perfect for each other.
We chased each other around my house after we watched the Inside Man. We might have been six years old.
He started it. He ran into my bedroom and turned off all of the lights. I turned them back on -- he ran into the bathroom -- I bumped the door into him -- he ran out, he turned the lights off again, I turned them back on -- I grabbed him and dragged him to the living room, we hugged, I held on to him as he laughed and tried to back away -- my grip slipped to his shirt -- it crossed my mind that he could just take his shirt off -- 15 seconds later, he did and ran into my bedroom again and tried to hide on the other side of my bed -- I came in, crawled over to see him, he climbed up, turned off the light, and then went on the other side of the bed -- I turned the light back on and even though I knew he was there, he still jumped up and scared me half to death.
Why do I get the feeling that our kids are going to be ten times more fun?
I play all kinds of games because of him, Fluxx, Treehouse, Settlers of Catan, Are You A Werewolf?, Starcraft, EverQuest II. We both love sushi, Asian candies, amaretto-soaked marachino cherries, movies, budgeting, planning. I got him to like more cheeses, get his GED, a better job, get a car, and get a new car when the old one broke down. I bought nearly all of his shirts and sweaters for work, and he picks up the tab when we go out to dinner and to the movies, or I get it when he can't. The advantage of having a boy with a full-time job :-)
I am in love with him. I couldn't imagine being with anyone else. I don't want to. What would I do without him?
He did nearly want to ditch me when I caught the stomach bug, but I couldn't blame him -- he'd just gotten over it, and it affected him with diarrhea instead of nausea, so I couldn't do much for him, and he had to go to work in the morning (I started throwing up Sunday night). He was nice enough to stay and get me set up on the couch, because the shooting, stabbing pains in my abdomen kind of kept me from moving a whole lot, unless I was twitching in pain. He brought me my pillow. I did appreciate that. And other things, too. That's not the whole truth. We were at his cousin's house when I threw up the first time, when his cousin's daughters were heating up leftovers for dinner, and he did take me home. He was going to just drop me off, but I talked him into staying with me, and we took a nap together before I threw up again. After that, he was a bit nicer.
I think it probably has something to do with his having Crohn's. He's used to his mother sort of comforting him, as much as a mother of an 8 year old can (and when his Crohn's was really bad, Ben was much younger), and not really used to comforting anyone else when it comes to the stomach thing.
So that's the long version of the short of it.
We really, truly are in love and we plan on getting married, but he hasn't proposed (which saves me that stigma, especially because I do disapprove of too-young-marriages, since I lost my last best friend to one and my current best friend also highly disapproves, but then again, LeeAnn jokes that never wants to get married...ah, but sometimes, my left hand is jealous that my right hand is the only one wearing a ring). We have decided that we need to survive my college years before we get married, unless circumstances change (when my tuition situation was in a little bit of limbo last year, this option was considered, but not planned on).
I've caught a fish and this one, I've brought home for dinner (over and over again).