Today's Maturity Score
spiceboy: 1
eastsidegirl: 0
That's right. Because every time spiceboy is out of town on spice business for more than a week, our conversations start sounding less like rational conversations between two mature adults and more like conversations between two hormonal teenagers, and I suddenly morph into psycho phone girlfriend. I nag, I whine, I raise my voice. And today, I committed the ultimate relationship phone sin--I hung up.
And I didn't even have a good reason. As a matter of fact, spiceboy was in the middle of doing one of his very good deeds--sacrificing his weekend in order to babysit for my parents' dogs so my parents could go out of town. And upon hearing this information, instead of recognizing the incredible sweetness of the fact that my future husband was sacrificing his precious time in order to do something kind for his future in-laws, my psycho girlfriend brain screamed: BUT THAT MEANS YOU CAN'T COME HOME AND BE WITH ME!
Selfish, party of one?
I know this is bad behavior. I really know it. It's damn hard to conduct a normal relationship on the phone. It might even be harder than trying to conduct a normal relationship in a 350 sq foot apartment.
I'll keep you posted.
I'm go to go practice being mature and rational now.
eastsidegirl: 0
That's right. Because every time spiceboy is out of town on spice business for more than a week, our conversations start sounding less like rational conversations between two mature adults and more like conversations between two hormonal teenagers, and I suddenly morph into psycho phone girlfriend. I nag, I whine, I raise my voice. And today, I committed the ultimate relationship phone sin--I hung up.
And I didn't even have a good reason. As a matter of fact, spiceboy was in the middle of doing one of his very good deeds--sacrificing his weekend in order to babysit for my parents' dogs so my parents could go out of town. And upon hearing this information, instead of recognizing the incredible sweetness of the fact that my future husband was sacrificing his precious time in order to do something kind for his future in-laws, my psycho girlfriend brain screamed: BUT THAT MEANS YOU CAN'T COME HOME AND BE WITH ME!
Selfish, party of one?
I know this is bad behavior. I really know it. It's damn hard to conduct a normal relationship on the phone. It might even be harder than trying to conduct a normal relationship in a 350 sq foot apartment.
I'll keep you posted.
I'm go to go practice being mature and rational now.
posted by east side girl at 7:10 PM
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