More From The Past Two Weeks

So in the previous entry, I was wrong.  It was TWO weeks ago yesterday that Drew broke his ankle, not three.  I’m really impressed with him.  Not only is there the thing with actually being introduced to his kids, but we’ve seen one another, counting today, for fifteen days straight, and for pretty much the entire day for most of those.  Yeah, luckily, last week was Spring Break at Brookdale, so I had the time to do that, but I pretty much ignored all the different school stuff I should have been working on.  I’m getting back into it.  I mean, classes are back in session now, I’ve got a math test to make up tomorrow, (I missed it because of something completely unrelated to Drew,) and tomorrow and Thursday, I’m not even gonna be able to see him.  Classes all day. 

On the same token, though, I can acknowledge it’s a good thing.  What I was getting at above is that even with seeing one another for fifteen days straight, we only had one kind-of argument.  It happened a week ago.  Basically, we went to my house and I was expecting that we would go up to my room and spend some time just lazing about in my room, and Drew could put his leg up.  But he refused to come up the stairs, and it turned into this whole thing where when we got back to his mom’s, he was saying how he was gonna go upstairs and get his stuff together and move out and just stay in his car.  I pretty much told him off right in front of his mom and she let me.  She didn’t say anything to me about doing it.

I don’t remember exactly how it happened, but I remember Drew saying something about his ankle hurting, so despite still being kinda angry, I said softly, "Well then why don’t we go into the room and I’ll help you put it up?"  (He’s sleeping in the recliner downstairs right now and he puts pillows underneath it at night.)  So, after I said that, things calmed down some and he went to use the bathroom.  While he was in there, I went to his mom’s room and apologized to her for yelling the way I had.  I may have said something about not being sorry that I yelled at Drew, but that I was sorry for yelling.  She pretty much told me it was no problem and that she wasn’t taking his sh*t anymore, and I think she basically said that I shouldn’t either.

When Drew came out of the bathroom, I helped him put his leg up and then sat in front of him for a bit.  We talked a little, I asked if we were okay, he said yes, and I left a few minutes later after kissing him goodnight.  I think that night, he’d said that he wanted to just be alone the next day, but then either that night or the next morning, he texted me saying he wanted me to come over.  

Part of me wishes I could be there for him tomorrow, but part of me is glad that we’ll have the time apart.  Don’t get me wrong; I’ve loved seeing him every day.  But at the same time, togetherness isn’t always a good thing.  I think we’ve been getting a little sick of one another.    So, I’ll just focus on school the next couple of days, and go with texting him.

I’m also really proud of something else with him.  He’s (FINALLY) accepted that because of the money he’s making right now, he can’t afford to keep smoking, so right now, he’s only smoking one cigarette a day.  Hopefully, he’ll completely quit before long.  I can hope.