I'M DONE WITH MY MBA!! :)
The day nothing changed
9 years ago
19 June 2008
10 June 2008
J moves in in 2 weeks ...
OMG ... Jami moves in by the 22nd. It's finally here.
We started dating in December, though no one really knows that - they think it's been less time than that.
Looking back, I wish that I would have told her to move in the night she broke up with Melissa, but I'm not certain that things would have panned out as they have thus far. The relationship is built on honesty and respect. We are being 100% honest with each other. No secrets, no lies. It really is better this way.
Got the guest room painted over the weekend. The khaki really does look nice. Got Krisha's old room primed. It was a rather bold Cobalt Blue ... soon it will be grey w/ black trim. Jami will have her own office. Her own place to sit down in front of the internet and study.
She's making some huge sacrifices to be with me, and I hope that she knows that I am in awe of what she is doing to be with me. She is taking a demotion at work. She is moving away from friends to live in Titusville. I know it's tough on her, I just hope that she knows I'm here for her and in this for the long haul.
We started dating in December, though no one really knows that - they think it's been less time than that.
Looking back, I wish that I would have told her to move in the night she broke up with Melissa, but I'm not certain that things would have panned out as they have thus far. The relationship is built on honesty and respect. We are being 100% honest with each other. No secrets, no lies. It really is better this way.
Got the guest room painted over the weekend. The khaki really does look nice. Got Krisha's old room primed. It was a rather bold Cobalt Blue ... soon it will be grey w/ black trim. Jami will have her own office. Her own place to sit down in front of the internet and study.
She's making some huge sacrifices to be with me, and I hope that she knows that I am in awe of what she is doing to be with me. She is taking a demotion at work. She is moving away from friends to live in Titusville. I know it's tough on her, I just hope that she knows I'm here for her and in this for the long haul.
03 June 2008
Telling my story ...
So back in December Jami and I went to go see Judy Shepard speak at Stetson. She encouraged all of us to tell our stories. It's about time that I tell mine.
At 25 years old, a quarter of a century into existing, I have come to terms with my sexuality. I am a lesbian. And that's ok. I had a girlfriend a few years ago, dated a few guys in between, and have now found true happiness in the arms of a feisty redhead named Jami.
We have a great dynamic - she adds the edge to me when I need it, and I smooth out her rough spots when she needs it.
The thing that I've come to realize is that when you get to a certain point, relationships aren't just carefree and easy, both parties enter the relationship a little jaded and holding onto some mismatching baggage. Both parties enter the relationship with caution, excitement slightly overshadowed by worry. Worried that it will end just as their last relationships did. Worried that the same mistakes will be repeated. Worried that they don't have enough love to give. Worried that the emotional void that ultimately took up their entire existence will be back again, this time bigger than the last.
The web gets exceptionally tangled when one or both of the exes are still around, either as friends, or through friends. The doubt is there - will they end up back together? Eventually, both end up in new relationships, but still call each other from time to time to get advice, or vent, because they had been together for such a long time that they have some information that is still needed.
We both came into this a little jaded, a little bruised up, a little reluctant to take a chance. So far things are beautiful. She makes me smile in a way that I never have before. The look in her eyes first thing in the morning is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Awake, innocent and smiling.
At 25 years old, a quarter of a century into existing, I have come to terms with my sexuality. I am a lesbian. And that's ok. I had a girlfriend a few years ago, dated a few guys in between, and have now found true happiness in the arms of a feisty redhead named Jami.
We have a great dynamic - she adds the edge to me when I need it, and I smooth out her rough spots when she needs it.
The thing that I've come to realize is that when you get to a certain point, relationships aren't just carefree and easy, both parties enter the relationship a little jaded and holding onto some mismatching baggage. Both parties enter the relationship with caution, excitement slightly overshadowed by worry. Worried that it will end just as their last relationships did. Worried that the same mistakes will be repeated. Worried that they don't have enough love to give. Worried that the emotional void that ultimately took up their entire existence will be back again, this time bigger than the last.
The web gets exceptionally tangled when one or both of the exes are still around, either as friends, or through friends. The doubt is there - will they end up back together? Eventually, both end up in new relationships, but still call each other from time to time to get advice, or vent, because they had been together for such a long time that they have some information that is still needed.
We both came into this a little jaded, a little bruised up, a little reluctant to take a chance. So far things are beautiful. She makes me smile in a way that I never have before. The look in her eyes first thing in the morning is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Awake, innocent and smiling.
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