Ahh… finally pretty much caught up. Finished doing catch up about BC, went to work as per usual. The weekend was pretty chill, just hung out with Andrew and revelled in the fact that we could be together for a bit before he was off to Ottawa.
I started my accounting class on Tuesday night, and I must say a) I remember more than I thought I would; and b) I think I’m going to enjoy this. I like the instructor, I like the topic, and it makes more sense to me now that I’ve worked with some aspects of it. I can relate to my own personal life (and to Andrew’s, with his business etc.) I was rather nervous about it, because I don’t like going into things unknown. I had no problems chatting people up, and it was fun. Small talk, I have mastered. The 3 hours went way faster than I thought they would, which is great, but I do have homework. Nothing too complicated yet.
Speaking of complicated, life has been pretty hectic for the both of us. I guess we’re both feeling the time, and the little things life throws at you once you grow up. For me, it’s going back to school and actually making it work for me. Maybe even trying to find some balance between work, play and the boy. Maybe going out and seeing family and friends. There has been some talk about a family bbq…. Gotta do that before it turns too cool! Andrew, on the other hand, has it a little more difficult than me. He’s where I was a couple years ago, unsure of where to go with his work/job/career. For me, I made a major game change, and completely changed my fields. Him, it’s nothing that drastic, but he’s feeling like he’s giving up. He isn’t, he’s just finding that what he thought he wanted and would work for him, isn’t what he needs right now. I know that whatever he’ll decide to do will work for him.
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Wednesday night… was weird. It started off fine, but then took kind of a nose dive after my lesson. I’m already a little moody, and as I was talking on the phone with Andrew my mood just kept getting worse, and worse. Pretty sure I went through at least 3 mood swings in the conversation, none of them loving. After we hung up, I was just so upset. And it was nothing to do with him, he was just being normal. It was me. I was just hating myself, really. I went from being angry and wanting to destroy something (or hit a punching bag…) to crying to self-loathing. Part of me hates when I do that and make him feel bad, and the other part of me is just like “Why the fuck not”. I think that having a punching bag in my house might be a required necessity. Just for the sanity of my relationship.
