date night

He asked me out to his alma mater for a date…

This picture was from Sunday night.  My husband asked me out to the UCLA game.  They lost.  Unbelievable being they were up like 18 points at one point.  They became complacent.  The irony right?  I think that’s like marriage and relationships.  You give it your all at the beginning because you want the relationship to go some place, so you work hard.  Then once you achieve a sense of security, that tenaciousness and vivacity kind of disappears.  Am I right?  So one person starts to revolt.  That person being me.  Haha.

But we are married.  We have a child.  We still love each other immensely.  He is after all the love of my life… and I would like to presume, I am his.  But, life gets in the way of our abilities to show one another the worth in them from our eyes.  We forego the simple gestures of kindness with the thought, “oh he should know.”  But maybe they don’t.

We hit a rough patch.  And it wasn’t easy to overcome.  But these are some of the small steps we were forgetting about to help always keep the fire going.

  • we ask each other on dates
  • we pray
  • we go to church
  • and we keep the focus on us
  • we express our thoughts and feelings more freely without fear of judgment
  • we don’t compare ourselves to that of others

I had to practice the last one.  Why?  Because I am innately a competitive person.  I want to do great things.  Not for outside accolades but because internally I feel good.  And with this, I had to clean house again.  There were people in my life that weren’t bringing out the best in me.  They wanted all of me, but would only give me a piece of them.  It was about their convenience.  Their life.  Their time.  I’m okay with that to a certain degree, but after awhile, you just realize that that friendship isn’t as fulfilling as you had hoped it would be.

I had a few friends whom I loved dearly.  But I don’t think I have enough room in my heart for them anymore.  I didn’t like the way I felt around them and it was eating away at the core of me.  I think it was because all along I knew these people would walk away once they got what they needed from me.  Which I believe was a tiny bit of comfort during a time of loneliness. And I don’t blame them, because I can so relate to those feelings.  But I need continuity.  And a sense of belonging to one another for one another.  Does that make sense?  My husband is like, “you can still be friends with them.”  But for me, I’m not like that.  Either you are my friend or you aren’t.  And for the most part, they weren’t really my friends to begin with.  Why I put so much energy into building friendships with people stems from my own need to feel that close knit tie… the sense of family and comradery.  But now, I don’t really feel inclined to need it so much.  I have my own little unit… and a great sister, mom, and dad.  And more and more, I feel the few great friends that I have are just icing on the cake.

Shawty

He took this picture of me because he said he liked my “hoop” earrings and jacket… ahahahahaha!!! So random. I’m so short now.

Anyways, it was a nice night.  It was cute because he kept commenting on how he liked my look.  I felt bashful.  And my sarcastic ass wanted to say something snide, because that’s how I accept compliments.  But this night, I just absorbed it.  I could tell he wasn’t just shooting hot air up my butt, because he mentioned a few times how he liked my “hoop” earrings.  Ahahahahahaha.  He’s so random.

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