Mike is working. It sucks when he’s gone because I literally don’t know what to do with myself. I usually just sprawl out in the recliner and play on my phone until it’s time to go to bed. Hey, I didn’t choose the thug life, the thug life chose me.
When I was single, I enjoyed being single. Then when I met Mike and we started living together I had to get used to someone being there 24/7. It was tough to share space with someone again, but we fell into this rhythm and it’s been pretty great. Sure we get on each other’s nerves sometimes but that’s all a normal part of being in a relationship. I leave the lights on in the bathroom or bedroom and he has to go behind me and turn them off. He drips tea in the sink or leaves his socks laying around, but I clean up the tea spots and I pick up his socks. It’s a give and take, you know?
I wouldn’t trade the engaged (almost married) life for anything in the world. We support each other and we’re there for each other in good times and bad. He understand me. He understands that when my anxiety takes hold it’s best to just let it ride out and then I’ll be better. He “gets” me. We “get” each other and that’s why it works.
I miss the hell out of him when he’s away. We’ve hardly spent any real time apart and that’s why it’s almost hard to function properly when he’s away. There’s literally a piece of me missing when he’s gone. He truly is my other half.
While he’s away I’m going to work on the design for our wedding invitations. I’m not a DIY person at all, but I’ve got a rough draft of the invites made up and they look pretty bad ass if I do say so myself. I’m finally in a wedding planning kind of mood and I hope I can keep it going. July 2nd will be here before I know it.