Today, I completed my first solo road trip. I drove over 800 miles, alone, to visit one of my bestest friends, who I haven't seen in person, in over 5 years. It was the most independent thing I've ever done. Which, in itself, would be sad, if it weren't the first of many things on the "Momma is going to stop being scared failing, grab her clit (don't need no balls), and face the big, bad, scary world". Too long of a title?
The Man and I have been fighting, about some pretty fundamental things lately. The idea of him moving into the basement was even thrown around, and so I figured it was the perfect time to just DO. The boyos had a camping trip this weekend, that Doug was chaperoning on, so the timing worked out perfectly.
Turns out, it was also, exactly what we both needed. We've barely spoken in two weeks, except to cry (me), or sulk (him). Okay, so maybe we were both sulking. We talked more this weekend, through texts, and then on my drive home, and agreed that we couldn't wait to see each other, and that being apart, and fighting, sucks.
I made excellent time on the way home, and arrived about an hour before he was expecting. I didn't have my house key, so I rang the doorbell. When he opened the door, he literally crushed me, in a hug, and we stood like that for almost 5 minutes. It was the best hug I've gotten in my entire life.
We've spent most of the night just snuggling, and hanging out. We talked about his trip, and mine. I mentioned that it almost seems like I'm having trouble regulating my own body heat. One minute I'm sweating, the next, I'm freezing. He looks at me says "Oh. The Change.".
His ass can so sleep in the basement tonight, LOL.
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