Flip and I did manage to get into another argument yesterday before Fun Time. This time it was his turn to get more unmanageable than I. So we got off the phone and I swore that I could only be alive because I happened to be hula hooping while on the phone during the bickerfest. So it was sort of like dancing all night while you drink. You keep burning it all off as you go along and even things out a bit.
My great trial lies in lacing up those Buh Bye shoes and taking off because I'm not enjoying the moment. So I ran through the WWTNHD scenario in my head and decided that we couldn't let it lie like that. We had plans originally and I still wanted to spend my time with him the way that we talked about. Ultimately, I emailed him back very sincerely to ask for some patience because of my major issues and that I know we all have them - whether or not he is asking me to be patient through his is his deal. I am not him and we are not one and the same. I deal with my stuff the way that I know how and should not be expected to be like anyone else. I would be by to get him at the appointed time.
We picked him up some food and ended up by his own desire, picking up a bottle of bourbon. This morning, that bottle was depleted and I only started feeling a bit better an hour ago. (It's 10pm). We bounced back and forth through movies. I noted that Jason Bateman looks damn good at his age and survived the Child Actor clutch. Flip more or less patted my ass and wanted me to freshen his drink, which I willingly do as he has done it for me nearly most of the time when we lived together.
There was no wild and crazy anything that sometimes holds hands with a bottle of bourbon. You can't tell which bottle will cause what. They're sneaky that way. Instead, I woke him up at 4:30 as he was sleeping in the recliner chair and called him to sleep next to me.
He must really be getting sicker. He slept past 11:30 this morning and he is normally a guy who used to guilt my ass out of bed much earlier. No matter what I tried....um, "body language", mentioning the time or that the dog probably is waiting for him (which would normally jolt him as he is a good doggie daddy) he couldn't get himself out of bed. So I played Farmville while laying next to him.
Eventually he woke up enough to realize there was an untouched body next to him that would give him a good turn and acted on it. All I can say is he wore me the eff out. I dropped him off after picking up some delicious biscuits with cream cheese on them and we went in the house to eat and then continue the waking up process. Which promptly put us back to sleep.
He says he misses us living together. There are times I agree with that. There are times I think my heart would grow size 13 feet and kick my ass if I went back. We don't have to think about it now anyway. I am not free from my apartment for 10 more months. And I like it here. His place currently looks like a Chernobyl transplant where everything has taken over but the humans. Mine is mostly neat. You'll find a pile here and there and you can't count the kid's room. His fridge is too bare and he's just weaker and weaker by the day.
I came back home hoping to be productive. I totally was not. That's not actually true...I made a lot of food and went for a walk. Then the recliner grabbed at me and forced me to cuddle up with it.
Maybe things can be fixed eventually, I don't know. I'll probably be raging pissed by midnight tonight regarding him. But hopefully not.
