I’m a little sad right now because I’m spending the last few days with my partner before he heads off. I keep asking myself how I am going to handle him being gone for close to 2 months but we’ve been apart longer than that and we both survived that. I think he’s afraid that I’m going to starve to death or something like that.
He’s also afraid that I’m not going to clean while he’s gone and will leave mountains of clothes everywhere. I think he thinks that he’s going to come back to something that looks like what you see in the picture.
He has nothing to worry about. I do admit that I have a bad habit of putting my clothes in a pile in the floor when I’m done with them. I’ve always done that, but they’ve always been a small pile, not something that reaches the ceiling. Thankfully, my mother made me into this person who can’t stand living in mountains of garbage around me. When I was a bit more depressed, I did let things get a little bad, but nothing like what he’s expecting.
I am thinking there’s a pattern though where my partners worry that I’m going to paint the walls a terrible color, forget to turn off the stove or heater for days, or let Pico (my bird) fly around to poop on everything. I do okay by myself. I probably don’t eat as well as I should, but I plan on getting back to the gym while he’s gone. I’m getting a little chubby in the gut so I need to fix it soon before it gets too big and I grow man titties. I don’t like man titties. I don’t need man titties.
I am still just checking on the possibilities of going to India, but I’m torn in between going only to spend a few days there, or just using the time to better myself.