I don’t know where this uncertainty is coming from, or if its just my insecurity manifesting in another strange knot of thoughts, but i find myself constantly comparing my relationship (which is in frankness the best and healthiest one i’ve been in!) to some strange standard… i guess i’m comparing andy to something, some standard of what i expect or feel i deserve or something. Its odd soemtimes knowing what to do with ‘us’ when no one i’ve dated in the past can compare because andy is unlike all of those other people.
Andy is not someone i would have picked for myself but that is in fact one of our greatest strenghts as a couple, that we are different and have completely different goals and perspectives. It makes my life interesting, but sometimes i feel like we don’t have much in common.
I don’t want to date myself, and i don’t want to be in the pattern that i was in before i met andy of dating people who are patently unhealthy for me, but i feel like there is something ‘missing’ not a spark per se, but some kind of neediness, or some kind of reverence maybe.
In the past i have dated people who i coveted in some way or who had these talents that i wanted a piece of somehow and i guess that isn’t fair. I wonder if that’s what feels like it is amiss here.
Andy is who he is, he has his own interests, he listens, he has opinions and processes of thought that are all his own and that intrigue me and make me think more carefully about the assumptions i make every day. All of this is good.
I guess its just GOOD.
I guess i feel like its not exciting, or challenging or dramatic enough or what, god i wish i knew.
I love him most because he is like drama-retardant and just won’t have me causing fruitless arguments because its a waste of both of our energies, he just absorbs my little fuse lightings and somehow that is the best sign of his love. When he just hugs away my nebulous anxiety.
Its okay for me to have crushes on people, and for me to find situations and people attractive, its totally healthy but its even healthier that it doesn’t phase us.
I love ‘us’. I need to try more actively to accept and cherish who he is, and who we are as a result because its the happiest and most accepted i’ve felt in, ever, and its not bad, and there isn’t anything wrong.
I guess its possible that its scary to be finally in the situation that i have been searching and fighting for, just to be in it. I will ride it out, and i will give myself more re-assurance that things are wonderful until they are not, and i will stop counting the days that we have been together as though it is some kind of backwards breakup monitor.
I love his guts.
and i know so deeply that he loves mine.
sigh.