The Relationship…
It was one of those perfect Pacific Northwest evenings. I had gone to bed early with a good book to the sound of gentle rain falling outside. The kind of rain that is relaxing and drowns out the cares of the world, not the kind that overwhelms a sump pump and breaches the temporary roof repairs.
This was the earliest I had been to bed in recent memory. I was actually relaxed and drifting off into a rare and peaceful slumber that would be that elusive, “good nights sleep” that I have heard about from other people. I no longer had the cold that kept me up coughing over the last few weeks, nothing was sore or achy and I wasn't stressed or worried about anything.
Everything was just perfect…
Until...
“Psst… Hey!”
“HEY!”
I pretended to be asleep.
I needed sleep.
I don't get enough sleep.
My one and only goal in that moment was sleep!
Nothing else, and I had made that very clear before going to bed.
I was so cozy, so comfortable and wasn't about to be roused from my rare, sublime dream state for anything. …show more content…
I put on something a bit more comfortable, lit a fire, poured a glass of wine and moved to the couch.
Where I waited, and waited…
and waited some more...
It became obvious to me that my compromise and preparations were not going to be sufficient.
Once again, I was stood up and I asked myself “why?” Why do I continue to be surprised when this relationship proves time and time again to be based solely on what the other party wants, needs and desires-my physical, emotional and time needs be damned?
Relationships are hard, some more than others.
This is the one I just can't seem to walk away from, the one that that infuriates and impassions me, the one that can make my heart sing, or like last night, make me face the harsh reality.
My
It was one of those perfect Pacific Northwest evenings. I had gone to bed early with a good book to the sound of gentle rain falling outside. The kind of rain that is relaxing and drowns out the cares of the world, not the kind that overwhelms a sump pump and breaches the temporary roof repairs.
This was the earliest I had been to bed in recent memory. I was actually relaxed and drifting off into a rare and peaceful slumber that would be that elusive, “good nights sleep” that I have heard about from other people. I no longer had the cold that kept me up coughing over the last few weeks, nothing was sore or achy and I wasn't stressed or worried about anything.
Everything was just perfect…
Until...
“Psst… Hey!”
“HEY!”
I pretended to be asleep.
I needed sleep.
I don't get enough sleep.
My one and only goal in that moment was sleep!
Nothing else, and I had made that very clear before going to bed.
I was so cozy, so comfortable and wasn't about to be roused from my rare, sublime dream state for anything. …show more content…
I put on something a bit more comfortable, lit a fire, poured a glass of wine and moved to the couch.
Where I waited, and waited…
and waited some more...
It became obvious to me that my compromise and preparations were not going to be sufficient.
Once again, I was stood up and I asked myself “why?” Why do I continue to be surprised when this relationship proves time and time again to be based solely on what the other party wants, needs and desires-my physical, emotional and time needs be damned?
Relationships are hard, some more than others.
This is the one I just can't seem to walk away from, the one that that infuriates and impassions me, the one that can make my heart sing, or like last night, make me face the harsh reality.
My