Post Revival

I brought back the relationship post from a few days ago. I took it down because I thought it was too personal, and of course, I'd rather he didn't know. But it's nice to know others may identify with it. And isn't that what blogging is all about?

Anyway after that post, I had a two hour relationship talk with him. I'm the one who always initiates these 'talks.' We've had a lot of similar 'talks.' I addressed a lot of my concerns, even directed him to what websites have examples of the kind of sex I like (haha). Asked him probing questions about what turns HIM on. In the end, he suddenly ripped off my clothes and showed this aggressive side he never showed before. I was impressed, but it was a bit more funny than hot (I laughed a ton). And.. I secretly feel that my sexual and mental connection with my old fuckbuddy is better (ARGG!).

So in the end, things are still the same. I learned a lot from the talk though. I wanted to know if he'd ever consider breaking up with me. He said no, he never meets other women who he has any connection with. I asked whether it would be a good idea if I moved out, to 'rekindle' our relationship. He said that may be good because then I'd seem more like a girlfriend and less like a nagging mother. But in the end he would prefer I stayed here, because he likes seeing me every day and being domestic and snuggly (as do I).

Worst, I asked him if he ever wants to move out with me and he said no, he plans to live here with his parents as long as he can. He feels he is the glue who holds his folks together and he's afraid if he moves out, they'll divorce. See, his mom has a gambling addiction and is never home, and his dad is cheating on his mom because he feels neglected (A few weeks ago, I told the boyfriend his parents' relationship is kind of like ours but in reverse, but he didn't have anything to say in response. I think I may have perceived this as indifference and taken it as a green light/ used it as a salve for my conscience.. to go ahead and cheat). However, they do come home to eat my boy's home cooked meals and that's what keeps the family together.

Obviously, it's hard to imagine myself and my boyfriend living with his parents when we're 60. Well.. he's out now, clubbing and drinking. And I'm home doing my drafting project. He gave me some pecan pie before he left. Yum. Domestic life continues..