Even holidays are now together – I spent Thanksgiving with his family. Promptly after arrival, I learned his family likes to drink as much as he and I do. Awesome. Or so I thought…. After I few large glasses of wine and going shot for shot of tequila with his father, I was telling them how much “I loveeee their son” and how they were “The best in-laws everrrrr.” Good job, Holly. Good Job. Even as embarrassing as this was, they still accepted me with open arms the rest of the weekend (which may or may not be the most embarrassing of my life).
Getting back on topic - I am not the girl who sends “I love you” texts in the middle of the day (ew!). I am not the girl who attempts to bake. I don’t grocery shop and get special things for my man. And I am definitely not the girl who wakes up early to make “him” breakfast wayyyy before she has to be at work.
Now, these are all things I do.
Six months ago I was the most independent woman you could find. And now I feel like I have to define myself with a man?
Here is the other thing. He is 28. I am 25. Now that may not sound too different, but in Man Years … 28 makes them think. He has taken off his slutty pants (or put them back on – whatever) and is thinking about settling down. I, on the other hand, am not so sure. He talks about marriage and living together like it’s an imminent possibility. But, let’s be honest … we have not even known each other a full six months yet. I don’t think we need to jump the gun. Oh, and his reason for getting married? “I’m getting old.” (When later questioned he denied this but I am sure as shit not getting dressed in white and putting on some ridiculous show if the reason for said nuptials is advancing age.)
My mom told me not to question motives … I told her to shut up. Anyways, I am Relationship Girl and she is still single … so what does she know??
Plan = More self definition. Playing house can be fun but I need to be me. And go.
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