Mike and I are working on it. The Sunday after our breakup, I had to go drop off some things to him and found myself not wanting to leave and thinking possibly that we were making a huge mistake. That night I texted him that I wanted him to come over Monday night. I think it was all part of a (somewhat) evil plan of his:
1. Make sure she’s really sad and crying…A LOT. – check.
2. Tell her to come over. – check.
3. Tell her you don’t want her to leave. – check.
4. Offer her your sleeve to blow her nose on and touch her face gently when you kiss her. – check.
5. Text her incessantly afterwards and tell her how much you love her. – check!
She’s yours, dude. You got this. Go get her back!
Really, it wasn’t like that (much)…the important thing is that we love each other and two people shouldn’t be so miserable apart when they could work on it and stay together. So, we’re trying.
It’s amazing the amount of unsolicited advice one gets when they are having troubles in the relationship department (not to be confused with the “Children’s Department”, which shuts down for brief periods every month…because my body is like a mall or something to my boyfriend, but we’ll discuss that another time). I got advice from friends, coworkers, my children, and a boy or two….including, but not limited to…
“But why, Mom?? You had happiness…”
“You know how you tell me that sometimes when friends spend too much time together, they start to get cranky and fight a lot? Maybe it’s like that.”
“If you think it’s a mistake, go back to him.”
“I don’t know if I could deal with that. I plan on getting married, but when I do, I’m going to have my own residence.”
“Honey, all men are needy.”
“You can’t change a person. Love everything that is good about them, accept the things you don’t necessarily like, and realize they are who they are. If you are changing to try to suit a person or you are wanting to change THEM, something is wrong.”
It came down to the fact that I was devastated and regardless of everything, I knew that I needed his love. It is quite possible that I would never again find someone that loves me like he does. For some reason, the Facts of Life theme song is running through my head. “You take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have…”
Mike got advice of his own, of which I am unaware…except for the anonymous person who commented on his blog that there would be another fried chicken stand to eat at. Hmmmm. Seems as though Mike’s blog isn’t the only one this person reads? (Hi there anonymous person! Thanks for reading my blog, too!)
Mike sent me a dozen long-stemmed roses today at work and we have a date tonight. Why? Because he loves me. And I am his heart. And he doesn’t want to eat at any other fried chicken stand. This chicken is TASTY. Ask him…
I can also provide references, if necessary.