confessions
so this country has it's share of problems and all I can think about is the bs lines i have been fed by a person i thought i knew for the last three years of my life. the funniest part of all is that he says we didn't get along. sure we had disagreements, who doesn't? he is so sensitive that to him, they were monumental arguments. I tend to look at things in a very easy going way, the things we disagreed about were silly, i like the window open a little crack when i slept (exept when it's -10 outside...), he prefers it closed, i didn't like the smell of a smoky bathroom, he enjoyed it, he hates coffee, i enjoy my morning cup. of course there was the issue of him wanting to be with his friends, a lot, but i backed off toward the end, i stopped calling him, because i knew he was going through something, something that he has to work out for himself. really i suppose he can't get out of his own way...

i got the worst part of it though, i got to be labled the naggy girlfriend. at my age, that is the one thing i always thought i had managed not to become. you want to go to those girly bars, go ahead. you want to drink kegs of beer w/ your buds till five am, fine with me. you want to pack up and drive across the country in a freaking truck, with a fuckin blond ding bat, you can do that too. why? because i love him. all of him the good and the bad.

so underneath it all, we did get along, I mean we both related to and held the same set values and ethics. the foundations that shaped me, i knew he could respect and relate to, and i for him.
we were very separate but together we just fit like one.
So if i may opine, i think we did get along, he just reached a point when he didn't want to get along with me anymore.