After unpacking some of your stuff you basically were living out of cartons. Was I so insensitive back then to not make you feel at home or was I just totally absorbed in getting to know you better as we tumbled in bed? Because the problem was whenever we had arguments it was way too easy for you to move out. You only had to carry the already packed boxes to your car and carefully back out of the driveway. And boy, we had many major roof raising blow out arguments back then too.
Remember going to the woman’s gay bars where every third woman would know me? You didn’t like that even when the person was only a friend but most of them were something else. You had to put up with one heck of a past from me. We would walk into the bar and someone would kiss me, we’d argue about that later. Or someone would come up and give me a big boob hug, and later we’d fight. Every time you and I would come home from the bar, you’d be packing up the car. I lost count how many times that happened. But of course, we’d make up and you’d move back in until that one time when you were in the middle of packing your car I totally lost my cool.
We came home yelling and screaming from something stupid that night, you started to pack the car and I helped you. I picked up the first box and gave it a Dyke Chuck right into the woods. In-between more words of “YOU WANNA MOVE OUT?! I’ll HELP YOU!!” and after the second box went flying through the trees scattering the contents all over, you just sat down on the ground and started crying. Since I’m a big sucker for a crying woman I immediately stopped being your personal Atlas mover.
The next day I got you a dresser which ended the instant moves but it didn’t stop us from fighting, in fact our first year together was Hellish at times. I honestly didn’t think we were going to see our second year. But as fiery as we were in our arguments, which consisted of yelling, screaming and an occasional thrown object, our love making had four times the passion and making up exhausted us (big smile). Then one day the fighting stopped, as in totally stopped and that fall when the leaves fell off the trees we were able to laugh at seeing your hair drier dangling on a branch in the woods.
We were getting close to our 12 month mark of being together, I knew we were totally in love with and made for each other so I decided on doing something very special on our first anniversary, Valentine’s Day but first I had to ask you something.
to be continued ;)