This is the part where Dae always starts singing, and I usually poke him until he stops, because it annoys me. But that's really why he does it, so there's our dysfunctional relationship in a pistachio shell. Anyway.
Summer happened. Gosh. It really has been a while. I worked in one city, Damon worked in another. We were about an hour apart, which was rough sometimes. It's okay if you think I'm pathetic. I kind of think I'm pathetic. But nevertheless, we kept on with the Skype dates (which I hated) and the early morning phone calls and late nights tucking the phone between ears and pillows, even when we both had to be up early for work. Lots of driving. LOTS of driving. I was in a car all the time. If I wasn't driving for work, I was going to see him, or picking him up to go see someone else. It was a five thousand mile summer.
Being in the same city is nice. I missed being able to get ice cream with him because we both were free for an hour. Such a nice change. He's taken to making marriage jokes on a more regular basis, and I've warmed up to the idea significantly. We're in a premarital class now, which is fun. And disorienting. The class is technically for couples, but the church has opened it up for singles, too, which is awkward to me. Several of my friends are taking it as singles, and I kind of wish they weren't. When the instructor asks questions in class, it's difficult enough to be vulnerable about your response, but especially when fifteen single people are hanging on your every word.
How does it sound to a single person when someone in a committed relationship admits their struggles to a marriage counselor? Awkward. Among other fleshy, selfish, human emotions, I just want to share my struggles with other couples, because I feel like they'll have more grace for me.
Anyway. Busy week!
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