Dale and I haven’t really had chances to meet up or talk the last three weeks…
What with all the action with him leaving is old, and starting his new job this week and me working crazy hours and days, and I had three days off last week. Of course we would love to spend 24/7 with each other, but life outside of our relationship gets in the way sometimes. It can be work, daily duties and even people. Yes. Even more so people.
It’s not necessarily been bad on our relationship, because we both understand it’s been hectic the last three weeks but it definitely has been tough not getting as much time together as we would like to.
I miss him. Every second of every hour of every day. Even when I’m with him, I miss him, almost like I’m preparing for the time spent without him, not being able to talk with him. It sounds like I’m a clingy girl to be with, but I think it’s a natural thing to miss someone you love, even if they’re just in the other room.
What I don’t like though, is that we’re talking less than what we did when I was at University (I’m not there anymore due to health reasons) and that’s purely because the kind of job I have. Being a waitress, you don’t even have time to think, let alone text your boyfriend.
I’ve also been fairly down lately as well and being introverted, I’d prefer to just whole up in my bedroom and play a video game by myself. Of course that’s not helped by dealing with grumpy customers and sometimes staff on a weekly basis so that lessens my want to be around humans.
(Random side note: My dog is currently Sleep-Barking. She’s making such cute little ‘Yip’ noises I’m just melting).
Dale came with me babysitting on Friday and one of my duties as babysitter for that evening was to help one of the young ladies with her homework. One was English (which I don’t mind) and the other was Maths (eek!). So, I got Dale off his phone and got him to help with the Maths homework, which I do believe he enjoyed. He seemed quite over-joyed with himself by getting the correct answer on the Area of a Parellelogram (which, being the maths weirdo he is, he went into this whole Algebraic method of working it out… the weirdo). He then tried to convince me on the merits of algebra by explaining ways in with I use algebra on a day to day basis. Safe to say, I’m still not convinced.
I’m proud of my Aspie. He did good!
And that’s how I know this reduced speaking and interacting time isn’t going to be the ‘be all and end all’, because he still makes me proud and makes me love him even more than I already did.