I read an interesting article today, unrelated to direct subjects, the reference and reaction of her ‘feminist husband’ is refreshing.
I Waited Until My Wedding Night To Lose My Virginity And I Wish I
I try to be as open with her as possible. Actually, I pretty much tell her everything that I can. Still trying to figure out what I think about him. Why I even think about him. I suppose it’s because I am constantly reminded of him in her moments of extended silence.
Today I wrote her a deep email. I told her about a recent, shocking dream, even though I couldn’t even get my description written out. I mentioned December 17th to her. Now I realize that remembering specific dates probably isn’t normal. It’s a feared date or whatever ya call it. Not a happy one. It is the day I realized what the internet could do. It won. I lost.
I also liked this article:
10 Ways Introverts Interact Differently With The World
I’d hang out with both of them, if that’s what it took. I would be as open-minded as possible hoping that he would be as sensitive as possible. I have no reason to think that he wouldn’t. I still hate his friends though.