February 25, 2004

E.S. stayed over last night, as he didn’t have to be at the hospital today until 1:30. However, as I have written only 2/3 of a show that has already started rehearsals and that opens in roughly a month, the instant I woke up (at the insane hour of 8:00) I leapt at the computer and started working.

E.S. lazed around in bed for a while as I paid no attention to him at all. Then he said, “okay, I’m gonna get going.”

Convinced that he was leaving because he was upset I’d been ignoring him, I burst into tears.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Akjkinejb sdkfjhm, fdohisd,” I snuffled moronically.

“What?”

“I’m worried that you’re going to get sick of how much of a mess I am and not want to be with me anymore. Which of course is making me more of a mess.”

He started laughing, which made me cry harder.

“Look, honey,” he said. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

And so, astonishingly, I’m not.

Can you say perfect boyfriend?

Can you say mood disorder?

I knew you could.

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20 Responses to E.S. stayed over last night,

  1. Dr.P says:

    I can also say, “You’re so damn lucky!”

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  2. matt says:

    Yay!

    I was almost beginning to worry there for a while.

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  3. Me says:

    for some reason, sometimes, one who loves a boy finds his messiness/flightiness/instability/volatility endearing and lovable. we call that one who loves the messiness a “catch”

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  4. Anonymous says:

    awwww

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  5. James says:

    Jeez. You had me worried there for a second.
    Now marry this man.

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  6. Campbell says:

    I am sooo jealous. He doesn’t have a clone perchance?

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  7. tim says:

    acccchhhh, happy couples… they’re hiding something… oh wait, never mind

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  8. Patrick says:

    Tell his parents to breed another one for me.

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  9. Mark says:

    Yeah, I have to say I’m jealous and wish he had a twin.

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  10. Argh….jealousy once again raises its evil head…

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  11. Wayne says:

    ……………………… *drool*

    I mean, wow.

    A guy like that is so rare now days. 🙂

    Treasure him like how he treasures you.

    You lucky boy you~

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  12. hot toddy says:

    Wow – look how jealous you made everybody! I think it is wrong to be jealous.

    Also, I hate you.

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  13. Frank says:

    Let’s face it Faustus, he loves you and understands you’re under pressure. As you say, a perfect boyfriend. Chill out!

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  14. Deidre says:

    Man. You people have it all over us straights. You deserve marriage more than we ever did. >sniffle

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  15. The Ian says:

    He’s clearly forgiven you, a dozen times over. It’s time you finally let go and do the same. 🙂

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  16. sherry says:

    that is so cute. Aside making being pathetically in love incredibly adorable, you are so clever and articulate and really a joy to read.

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  17. Adrienne says:

    You see? You’re just as adorable when you’re happy as when you’re making yourself miserable. And don’t worry, you’re very talented. You’ll get the job done.

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  18. mezack says:

    oh hi. you just made me want to fly back to new york and crawl into bed with my boyfriend. in the meantime, what does: “Akjkinejb sdkfjhm, fdohisd” mean? because recently, i find myself saying it every morning. thank you.

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  19. Todd says:

    You know they make medications for that. Your boyfriend might be able to score you some.

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  20. Convivia says:

    Oo, spooky. Sounds like the entire first year of my relationship with the delighful hubcap. I must have told you the story of how the hubcap (then the fiance) ‘s phone was broken and he didn’t return my phone call, whereupon I devolved into a death spiral of self-loathing that exploded a few hours later when he called, and I said, “I know you’re calling to break up with me.” “What?!?” he said. “Well,” (sniffle), “I left you some messages and you didn’t answer them.” “Yes. That’s because my phone was broken, which is what I was calling to tell you.”

    In her book Facing Codependence, Pia Mellody relates a story about the time when her husband asked her if she could turn the living room lights off when she left the house. She, of course, asked him how soon he would like to start the divorce proceedings.

    Readers who do not understand the above story do not need to read the (intellectually unsophisticated, but right on the money about several things) works of Ms. Mellody. Readers who are asking the question, “So? When did they start the divorce proceedings? And what if my beloved is secretly hating me right now because of my profligate use of electricity?” should run, not walk, to the nearest bookstore and find a copy.

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