So as you might have already known we were heading to Seattle this past weekend. I’ll let the storyteller of this relationship tell you about it if he gets around to it. I had an amazing time even watching football. I cant say that it made me want to be a fan but it was much different and less life draining than watching it on TV. I ate fish and drank too much beer but not enough too be drunk. We walked around and found it quite easy to navigate. We went to bed early and slept late.. and for the first time in all my sleeping with him he didn’t hog the bed. (: I got to see the space needle, experience music project / science fiction museum and hall of fame. Rode the monorail and had a fantastic real turkey burger and garlic cheese fries. Had a good time then went to Pike Place Market and to the Museum of Flight.

I got to meet his sister and her family and I thought I would be nervous because that’s what I thought I would be.. but not so much. I liked them and look forward to liking them more.

We arrived home around midnight Tuesday night and after unpacking and tiding up some I went to bed… after being in bed by 10 staying up past 2am was not cool. Yesterday we went over to J & A’s for my first American Thanksgiving. More good times..

Now after spending four and half days with someone at all times I figure I am going to be sad come tomorrow. I may need to rent a friend…

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I wish I had a better relationship with my father but I have to live with what I have. I long for the days the four of us would just spend hours at my grandmothers or my aunts. Life seemed so simple back then. I’ve come to a point in my life where I just have to settle for what I have now but I often feel like I could be doing more to encourage this relationship. It’s a constant inner battle over what I feel I should do.

I wish for the same chance I got with my mother - an opportunity to heal all the wounds that were inflicted on me as a child. When I look back I know my mother is responsible for a lot of the issues I have today. Having said that I cant help but wonder what my life would be like if my father hadn’t confessed to a naive twelve year old girl that he was going to kill himself – something changed that night. Losing a parent is always a huge free and I spent years praying that it wouldn’t happen.

I love(d) my mother but the relationship I had with her as a child / youth was not the best. My father on the other hand is much like me, laid back and content with the simple things in life. I know in my heart that my parents separating was the best thing for everyone but sometimes I cant help but wonder what it would have been like growing up day to day with a person like myself rather than a complete polar opposite of myself.

Most days I am content with the relationship I have with him but then there are days like today where I feel like I could be missing so much of a man that I haven’t known in many years. I tell myself that he’s not a complicated person, what you see is what you get and therefore I shouldn’t make something out of nothing.

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It dawned on me the other day that I have known Jay for ten years. It’s only been eight years that we’ve been best buds. In those moments that I realized this I got quite teary eyed over it and what seemed like a lifetime of conversations came flooding back. There are moments in this relationship where I am smothered by this overwhelming feeling of love that I have never felt for someone else. Not to be too mushy I would also like to express that I have had some serious feelings of disgust for him over the years as well.

I don’t often sit and think about the last ten years of my life in relation to him but when I do I am always a little taken back by the way things have gone. I cant remember a time when he wasn’t part of my life and I cant imagine a day of my life without him. Even in those moments when he’s being a major pain in the ass he somehow manages to find a way to make me not want to stab him in the throat.

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