PB&J

Actually, I'm having almond butter and strawberry fruit spread for dinner. Damn, if it isn't a good thing to eat sometimes! My bachelor's special.

Things are better between RacerEx and me again. I told him to try to let it go. He said he would. It's important to know when and how to stand down sometimes. After all, there really isn't an issue.

But I guess it's just too difficult to be friends right now. Too charged. Someday.

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Things with SuperBoyfriend (a.k.a. Rover) are still fine, crusing along. We enjoy our time together. I accept that our relationship has little forward motion. It is what it is and I enjoy it. I am not looking for anything else right now. I am content.

We've bickered some lately, but somehow he has lost some of his power. We got into a pissing match about his phone ringing late and he said, "Do you want to just forget it? Do you?" (meaning us, I guess).

Instead of crying or pleading or saying no, I just quietly said, "Whatever you want to do, Rover." He was quiet and finally said, I just want to go to sleep.

He got mad at me another time about my telling him he needs to learn how to start billing his clients (so far, pretty much everything he has done has been pro bono--nice, but it doesn't pay the rent). He got all pissy with me, so I just shut up, finishing with "Rover, I couldn't care less whether you make a dime from your law practice or not. Let's just drop it." He was silent for a while and then finally admitted it had been bothering him lately that he doesn't make any money doing what he's doing.

So, the balance is shifting, or at least it's leveling out. That's a good thing. A necessary thing.

Anyhow, gotta go. Blogger's gonna have an outage in two minutes.

Nite.