My husband, J, and I have now been married 5 years. We are almost together 10 years! Romance has fizzled to comfort. He loves me, I know that he does. However, it doesn't change the fact that I miss that movie-like romantic glow the world takes on when your newly in love.
This is where "living vicariously" comes into play. My roommate, K, has always been a great source for this. She use to come home and tell me all about her day and adventures in dating. I think most people have this kind of friend. A person who, you at least think, lives a more exciting life than you. A person you "live through" because you sometimes find yourself jealous of their excitement. K is the type of person that I sometimes wish I could be. Now, however, I don't want to hear anymore details. It's not that her life has become less desirable or that I don't envy the things she does. It's not anything she's done to lead me to stick my fingers in my ears every time she talks. K is now dating my brother JT.
I have no desire to do the horizontal tango with my own kid brother, Gods save us from 7 eyed octobabies. K, and JT for that matter, still think they should tell me intricate details or their relationship. I think they maybe doing it on purpose to make me turn pink. Many people enjoy seeing me blush in multiple shades of red!
So that leaves me with 2 problems:
- How do I pull of "cool" while I am running from them both, fingers in my ears, screaming "La, La, La, La, La!"
- Who do I get to live through now? I've never really been into romance novels or soap opera.
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