I have a hard time remembering this for myself. Other people can make mistakes and I am very patient and forgiving. Not so much when it comes to me making the mistakes.
The past two weeks I've been an absolute bear. I've been ranting and venting about Rich and I am really sad that I have stooped. My back hurting, and me not sleeping, is no excuse. He's a good guy and I need to concentrate on his good points and stop focusing on the bad. He has very little bad, and the bad he does have, he is really struggling with to make better. I have been a horrible girlfriend.
I apologized to him, and he had no idea what I was talking about. He didn't even notice. He is such a good guy, that even when I'm not so perfect and not so positive, he doesn't even see it. HE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW I WAS BEING HORRIBLE. I need to be more appreciative of stuff like that. Once when we first started dating we were hanging out with a couple that was nitpicking. I said, "I'm glad we're not like that. I'm glad that even though there are things about each other we may not care for, we don't treat each other like that." He actually turned to me and said, "There's nothing about you I don't like." I almost died. I felt like a jerk. But not half the jerk I feel like right this minute.
He showed up last night in jeans and a t-shirt. He had a pair of slacks, a nice sweater, and a pair of dress shoes with him to change in to so he could look nice at dinner. He looked so handsome after he changed my heart melted a little. It melted a little more when he came out of the bathroom with his hair sticking up all crazy bedhead in the back. I said, "Babe, your hair back there is a little..." He started mussing with the other side. I said, "No hon, the other...." and he started mussing with the front. He knew where his hair was sticking up but was totally messing with me. This made me smile and I said, "It doesn't hurt here, or here, but kind of right here" and we both laughed.
He sat next to me on the couch and I leaned over on him, then I said, "I can't really sit like that. It makes my back hurt." So he leaned back on the edge of the couch and said, "Here, can you lay on me if I sit like this?" It looked really uncomfortable so I asked, "But are you comfortable now?" He answered, "Not terribly, but I know you want to snuggle and if you'll be more comfortable in this position, I can work with it." I wanted to cry. This man deserves a nicer, gentler Melanie.
So that's what I'm working on today. I need to try and catch myself when I'm venting and horrible and it has NOTHING to do with the other person. It's a personality trait I loathe. I don't like folks who project. I need to stop being one of them.
He brought me this, and it is cheesy, and absolutely perfect and I love it.
Oh, and random picture of the day: this lady put up a sign to let folks know she moved. I want to bring her an inflatable palm tree tomorrow and take it to her and say, "I wasn't sure if they had these on your side of the isle." Misspelled signs amuse me terribly. Same lady once had a box labeled, "Miscellaneous Shread." I took a red pen and did an edit mark to remove the a. I'm an ass.