Thanks for visiting. I'm a recent transplant to the Boston Massachusetts area, living with my boyfriend while he completes his MBA. I'm originally from Utah, I like Apple, FileMaker, writing about my feelings, and eating edamame.
Yesterday, SML took me to see the sold out showing of “Peter Pan” at the Egyptian Theatre in Park City. I really want to emphasize that this show was sold out, how ‘romantic’ I thought the whole day was, that SML remembered how much I wanted to see this play. When we got to the theatre, I forgot all about romance and began to feel irritated that so many children would want to see a woman dressed in tights pretending to be a thirteen year-old boy. I really have to question my own age after this, after I was more excited to see a man with a hook and black wig than eighty percent of the theatre.
Earlier this month, SML and I got into an argument about who loves each other the most. This kind of argument can really only happen with me because I keep a list of good and bad things people do, and then compare them to the things I do. I blame my immediate family for this behavior, for this frame of mind that “I’m the only person who does anything around here.”
When SML returned from Boston this month I began listing the things I had to do in his absence. That list included taking myself to work in the morning, visiting the laundromat alone, and having to talk to myself in the shower and other places such as. It really irked me, to feel like I was the only person keeping this planet turning and god dammit, someone should appreciate it.
Part of the reason I love SML so much is that he’ll tolerate this behavior, that he’ll generally sit me down and explain in a very nice way that I don’t make any sense. But this time, after I had listed the things that I do and SML does not he shouted, “I got you tickets to see Peter Pan! And now you’ve ruined your Christmas present!”
Bah-Humbug 
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