On being an “adult” …
I use the term “adult” very loosely because I am still not an adult in so many ways. But the one thing I am trying to be an adult about is my relationship. So far it’s been really good and I’m so happy (it’s been about 4 months … 5 if you count the unofficial dating … 6 if you go back to when things really started in the summer - I usually go with 4 though, because that’s how long it has been “real”). We do fight sometimes. We actually had to stop playing Words With Friends against each other because we would bicker about it too much (I wish I was joking). Other than silly things like that we’ve only had a couple “real” fights. One just happened a few minutes ago. But it’s all better now … because you know what I did? Rather than rely on fb chat or text messages that always seem to make things more messy, I picked up the phone and called him, told him why I was upset, listened to his explanation, we talked things over, and now everything is ok.
It’s amazing how that works.
