So I mentioned earlier that I’m dating myself. And I wanted flowers.
I like the flowers with the bright colors…even if they’re dyed.
While dating myself, I’m also taking some time to reflect on Kiefer and I’s relationship. Here are just a few things I came up with:
I deserve someone who wants me as much as I want him.
I don’t want this to be interpreted as me diminishing Kiefer’s feelings. I know he loved me. But I’m not sure if he really wanted me or if he just didn’t want to lose me.
You give someone cake* and ice cream, they’re gonna eat both. F*ck, I would.
Me, too. Well…only with real cake and ice cream. Not metaphorical cake and ice cream.
Before I moved in with Kiefer, he asked me if I would be willing to change my work schedule by 30 minutes, so I could take Boo and Radley to school in the morning.
I said no. If we were engaged or married, then yes. Did I occasionally run the boys to sports practices? Sure. But asking me to change my schedule permanently without any commitment from him? I think not.
Why? Because then Kiefer was having cake and eating it, too. And dammit…I wasn’t even having cake.
*This quote comes from Stumbling Towards Nirvana. I changed “candy” to “cake” because…well…I like cake better than candy…some days.