Over, Not Out.

So the fight is over. I got to sleep in my own bed last night. I'm still tired, but have to push on. Got some work to do.

I've been in this relationship (on and off) for 11 years. We've only just started living in the same house. It's changed from seeing each other on weekends to the daily grind. Of course it's natural to presume one might get pissy around another person when you're trapped like that.

Did I say, trapped?

It also sucks to realize the romance portion of the program is pretty much over. It hurts. It's like a death. Maybe I'm being a big baby and I should be happy I'm with someone who doesn't screw around on me or watch sports for endless hours. Those two things alone should be enough, in some ways. I just miss the sweet-stuff. I'm a female. I have my chicky-needs.

Even the fights are different. We used to TALK about every minute detail that caused us to have a problem. It would go on and on until we resolved things and felt like we had a better understanding of each other. It was compassionate. Now it's just the "wall of silence" until one of us cracks from the stress and appologizes or just suddenly starts talking to the other as if nothing ever happened. I promised myself I would never do this, yet here I am and it has just happened.

This is definitely worth thinking about so that's what I'm going to go do...or maybe I will work until I forget about how this is bothering me and think about it later. Hmmmm...