Yesterday, for the first time, my New Years resolution (to always have a whole day of meds with me, and not just what I expect to need) turned out to be useful.
I had an afternoon tea outing with the semi-imaginary-one and a couple of his work friends. End of day muffins at Muffin Break. Like adults.
This lead to us going to Glass as a group. For some M. Night superhero action.
Then I went back to the semi-iamginary-one's flat for about five hours of having very overdue conversations and going through the photos from his trip last year.
I have a lot of residual annoyance over a bunch of things, and that trip is one of them.
Seeing the photos and finally being told where he had gone was nice, but did rub in the fact that while he was sending regular pictures back to some people and I got none over the whole month and a half. I wasn't even told what countries he had been in.
Why am I in love with such a douche-bag?
We talked a lot. A lot of things that needed said and a lot of my anxiety being voiced (most of which was probably better unsaid).
We still have a long way to go. Especially as he claimed ignorance of things I had definitely talked at him about before.
Attempting romance is too awkward.
I should have just died alone. Things would be easier that way.
Also, there was discussion on monogamy. While it seems we are both in favour of it, the fact I had not explicitly demanded it means it was expected.... This conversation will need returning to. It may end badly. Considering it has been a number of years since he agreed that I shouldn't see other people - and which I wasn't sure if it was language failing him or him being an arsehole. He claims to not remember that conversation at all.
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