when am i ever going to learn…

to not pull away from Bu when we are stressed and snappy and fighting? When he pulls me in toward him (metaphorically, via IM) it feels like slipping into a hot bath after having been out in the cold. When will I remember from one tiff to the next that talking through it made it livable, that the turning tail and running away made it worse?

He urged me to leave work at lunch to go to eat and go to the forest (emotionally charged state park where mom’s wake was held- six years ago next Friday – and where he proposed and where there are a lifetime of happy memories.) So I begged off work and he’ll be here to fetch me in a minute and then I can dissolve into his arms in a better variety of tears than the ones responsible for my splotchy face this morning.


4 responses to “when am i ever going to learn…

  1. good, girl. get some quality time.
    i know all to well that sometimes it’s incredibly hard to let yourself be comforted. sometimes i get all struggly and try to pull away. it’s kind of ridiculous to imagine that i have to be comforted by force, but sometimes that’s what it is like.
    and i feel so much better afterwards.

  2. What a beautiful way to make up.

  3. … Heh. It was grey and threatening rain, so we saw Transformers instead. (It was teh awesome.) Bu is still snoring from post make up sex coma. Less poetic, but just as effective, I think.

  4. heh heh … sounds really good.
    i think post sex (if not make up) coma is what i want now.
    too bad, we have to wait up for a friend arriving from london tonight …

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