I had almost the opposite with my ex. We were all worried that families would hate us/each other, but then every meting between them went really well and the families got along despite not even sharing a common language.
So, it isn't always bad news, don't let other peoples' experiences or even your own past experiences paint the future solid black.
My mom likes her, just hasn't accepted that we're in this for the long term yet.
Something in my brain is twitching at the idea that it matters. You're together now... seems like that should be reason enough to spend the holiday together.
My mom likes her, just hasn't accepted that we're in this for the long term yet.
Something in my brain is twitching at the idea that it matters. You're together now... seems like that should be reason enough to spend the holiday together.
That part of your brain is where your logical thinking takes place. ~_^
I love my mom, but I've removed her entirely from my everyday life with good reason. She means well, but her execution is often flawed. I understood this last year when we had been dating for a month, but we've been together for year and are looking at places together.
I met a really cute Italian-American girl today before my swedish class! I can't wait to see her again next Saturday. I haven't being excited about weekends in a while
I had a weird break up. I won't bother you with the details, but there was a very basic miscommunication. She was way out of my league anyway, so I should've known something was up. However, it wasn't fruitless. It did result in me writing this lyric, which I don't have a song for yet but I'm sure I will someday (as a point of reference, the ex had the body of a miniature Marilyn Monroe; we looked up the proportions and they're nearly mirrors of each other):
I knew you were my Marilyn Monroe circa 1960 And when we first kissed I knew I was your Kennedy I thought I'd be Jack, love you till my head was broken by Harvey But I realized when you broke my heart that I was really Bobby
We're all human beings. There's no such thing as "leagues", really, as everyone has their own idea of what a good partner is made of and the metrics you use to decide the "distance" between yourself and another person are very likely not the same scales they're using.
I don't know you personally, Greg, but I know that you're frigging brilliant, with a sharp mind that I wish I had at your age (heck, at my age). I doubt that very many people could leave you behind in a conversation.
The poem, I dunno about, but with the right accompaniment.. maybe.
League's definitely exist, but they're not as big a factor as people build them up to be. It's just part of how difficult it is to be with different people. You'll note that though she was out of my league, I still went out with her (kind of, it's complicated).
And the lyric, well, it's a rough draft. I know it's too wordy, but it's got potential. I posted it mostly to get feedback.
If it's not final, might be worth noting that Kennedy allegedly broke up with Monroe, who then allegedly took up with Bobby afterward, which I don't think fits what you're going for.
I remembered that she hooked up with both of them, but I got the order reversed. Wasn't Jack with her when she passed, though?
Nope, he'd broken up with her by then, and while I don't think he was with her when she passed, I'm pretty sure it was Bobby Kennedy that was in town and saw her the day she died, IIRC.
Still, better than my teenage poetry, the fondest memory of which I have is watching it burn.
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We. Not "I am going and Pete is coming along." If they don't like it, we have plenty of other options.
So, it isn't always bad news, don't let other peoples' experiences or even your own past experiences paint the future solid black.
Thanksgiving involves 35 of them being in the same place together.
It's times like those that I'm glad I can turn off my hearing and just sort of relax.
My parents have been very awesome and understanding with all my previous and current boyfriend even when they may not like certain aspects about them.
I love my mom, but I've removed her entirely from my everyday life with good reason. She means well, but her execution is often flawed. I understood this last year when we had been dating for a month, but we've been together for year and are looking at places together.
I can't wait to see her again next Saturday. I haven't being excited about weekends in a while
I knew you were my Marilyn Monroe circa 1960
And when we first kissed I knew I was your Kennedy
I thought I'd be Jack, love you till my head was broken by Harvey
But I realized when you broke my heart that I was really Bobby
I don't know you personally, Greg, but I know that you're frigging brilliant, with a sharp mind that I wish I had at your age (heck, at my age). I doubt that very many people could leave you behind in a conversation.
The poem, I dunno about, but with the right accompaniment.. maybe.
And the lyric, well, it's a rough draft. I know it's too wordy, but it's got potential. I posted it mostly to get feedback.
You'll be right mate. And so will she.
Still, better than my teenage poetry, the fondest memory of which I have is watching it burn.