Last night turned out to be a really interesting night. I went out with a friend of mine. We started off at CC’s, bumped into this musician friend of his. After CC’s we went down to Cuff. The Cuff was a bit odd, there were all these couples in fact I got invited back to my friend G’s house along with this couple from Vancouver. I politely declined the offer, not that they were handsome, its just four ways aren’t my thing. When I got home, I was in a really good space, only to find that one of the cats had pooped on my bed right near my pillows. I was furious, there is nothing that you can do about it after the fact, cats just don’t make the connection. I stripped my bed and got out another blanket. So guess what I’m doing today. They or he also peed on Mikes bed. We are both going to be closing our bedroom doors from now on.
I talked with Mike last night also, I told him that I’ve been thinking (a lot) about moving into my own place. I don’t think he understands the reasons behind it. I get that he is somehow personalizing it and making it about him when in truth it isn’t at all. I’m frustrated at making choices for the both of us. That is a lot of pressure that I don’t want anymore. If I’m living on my own my choices and decisions are my own they only affect me, not him not the cats just me. It felt really good to be able to be upfront about it. I’ve been reticent in telling him for fear that he wouldn’t understand. Well it’s time to go wash the comforters, fun.