One of the big bickers that the boy and I had while I was on vacation was about the status of our relationship. We've been together almost two years, and trying to figure everything out.
Just let me tell you - I started the fight. Let's be true; I have the ovaries and the desire to know and understand. He, however, is much more relaxed. He likes the way we are, where nothing is really true.
I don't.
I go by some rules, and I want us to be on the same page. We argued for days on days, and I think you'll like that I hollered at him.
We have yet to figure out what we're doing. I told him that I would hate for him to lose something really good because he was afraid - He told me that he was scared to define what we have. He then said that he's not sure - again! - and I pointed out that we've been doing this for damn near two years.
Turns out that he told one of his neighbors that I wasn't his girlfriend.
This hurts.
However, I'm not good at issuing ultimatives. Especially since I don't want us to be over. Not now, not ever. Still, exactly how much am I to endure?
Please wish us luck.
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