And then….

If you listen to constructive criticism, you will be at home among the wise.  If you reject disipline, you only harm yourself; but if you listen to correction, you grow in understanding. -Proverbs 15:31-32 NLT

To update from my last entry….

Mark came home from work that afternoon (Friday), at 2 p.m. or so and neither of us said a word about what happend the night before.  I didn’t mention how sad I was and how I cried my eye balls out and fell asleep on the couch the night before. 

Not too long after I finished writing that entry, he texted me and said something like, i slept terribly last night, are you doing ok today?  Which is what we always say to each other.  Every day he’s at work one of us will text the other, "You doing ok today?"  I don’t know why.  I guess it just lets the other know we’re thinking about you and making sure you’re ok at work.  I like it.  So we texted a few times that day and I think it probably helped break the ice.  We talked about going out to the bar that night, and other random things I don’t remember exactly what.

So he came home and it was cool, I guess.  It wasn’t awkward and he didn’t say anything and neither did I and that was that. 

Why drag out a fight any longer than necessary?  I guess it’s better to just let things go rather than rehash all of the previous nights drama.  I realized a long time ago that somethings he’s just not going to understand, no matter how many times I clearly tell him.  We’re different people.  And I think that’s ok.  Honestly though, at the end of the day we love each other.  It was a bad fight, and to make matters worse it was a terrible day for me and I couldn’t control my emotions.  But in my defense, I don’t know if I’m just overly sensitive or he’s just ignorant.  It could go either way.  But Mark really is a great guy and he’s good to me (most of the time, ok the majority of the time) and I should be considered lucky to have him.  I can’t get angry and freak out every time he doesn’t get "where I’m coming from."  It’s hard to see things from other people’s prespective and I need to take it easy sometimes.

The thing with women is THEY ALWAYS WANT MORE.  We’re never satisfied with what our men give us.  Like when Mark hit me with a ball by accident in the pool it’s not enough for for him to say, "You OK?"  I expected him to say "OMG babe, I’m SO sorry blah blah blah" and make a big deal about it, but the thing is IT WASN’T A BIG DEAL and that’s where I was wrong.  I always want more than what he gives me and that’s not fair to him. 

But yes, I was still mad about it and I will own that.  Everything I said in that entry was true, but doesn’t mean it was right of me. 

So the rest of Friday was good.  Mark ended up taking me out to Ruby Tuesdays for dinner and a drink, it was nice.  I had a mojito, yum!  Food was good, as always.  Then when we got home his friend came over and we went out to a bar close to our house and met some more of his friends.  It was fun.  I just had a few beers, maybe 5 or so.  Just enough to let me have a good night and barely have a headache in the morning, because I always get headaches.  I met 2 of Mark’s old friends for the first time and we hung out and talked to them for a while that night.  Mark told me later that they said they liked me and told him he has a good girlfriend.  I like it when his friends tell him that, it helps him remember what he has, and I think he realizes that. 

Saturday we slept in SO late.  We haven’t stayed in bed that late for years.  It was 11 a.m. before we got out of bed.  We both woke up a lot that morning to get a drink of water and go pee, but we both had headaches and kept getting back in. 

When we finally got up and got our act together, we made a big breakfast and coffee and later went over to his friends house for a cook out.  The first burgers of the summer on the grill.  Delicious.  Mark’s friend had this girl he’s been talking to over and she was so terrible, reminded me of a younger version of myself.  It was like looking into a miror.  She was young, 20, and you could tell.  I was just like that, but I was more like 17 or 18.  Lots of make-up, real short shorts, begging for attention, starting drama, big ego, talking all kinds of shit.  It was crazy.  I felt like I wanted to shake her and be like GROW UP.  She would say the dumbest things like, "Drug dealers never use their name, duh."  Like who care.  Once you get older you realize it’s not cool to do drugs and yes, smoking weed is a drug.  It’s illegal.  She kept drinking a lot and we knew it was going to get ugly, and it did.  She started fighting with Mark’s friend and it was so annoying but funny at the same time.  I couldn’t help but laugh.  Poor girl, it’s not cool to get wasted drunk anymore either.  She’ll learn, we all do.