Life of a former witch

I've outgrown my wicked witch of the west ways. Reflections of life afterwards, living in the desert with two cats, friends, family, and my hot and cold love life.

Monday, August 06, 2007

fights

The last time my boyfriend was here, we had our first big fight.

It wasn't about anything big, but basically he was jealous of my guy friends. One of them called me up and offered me a ticket to join him at the D-backs suite for the game the next night. Instead of flat turning down the ticket, I figured I should tell boyfriend that my friends still remember me, but I don't think I want to go.

So we had to have a loud discussion about what we were doing wrong in this situtation. Pretty much ruined our sushi night. But at least there was make-up sex.

Now I'm in part starting a fight over IM. Mostly because he's dumping this camping trip on me this Friday. Since I still don't even know if three hours of my work day are going to be eaten up by seminar, this is a major stress kitten for me. And I feel that I HAVE to go along with this when I lack energy or desire to do so.

Hopefully we'll be able to "compromise" (as my mom puts it).

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