I can be a horrible person to live with. I am impatient, can be very mean, and am very particular about a lot of things. I know I have made you stress out about things you never would have, didn’t even know could have, and never knew existed. I have that way on some people.
But I never want to corrupt you, the very you of youness. I want you always to stay quirky, and funny, and making jokes when I’m angry (even when they are not funny and when they make me scowl, because I’m trying to learn to be less angry and more funny). I want you to always take things relaxingly, to not make a big deal of things, to go with the flow.
This isn’t to say don’t tell me when you’re going to do the laundry, because I want to know, believe me I do. But I don’t want my craziness to make you crazy too. Because I like that you’re not crazy. Believe it or not, you balance out a bit of the crazy inside me. And I need that in you.
I need the grounding, the jokes, the very essence of you that seems different from me. I need you to challenge me, to teach me about things I don’t want to, to help me be patient. I need that bit of you.
I can’t tell you I’ll change, although I think I’ve come a long way. But I can tell you I am trying to be less crazy, less stressing to myself, and more happy. That’s what this whole blog is about. It’s destressing to write it. I can always promise I’ll try. Try to be nicer, try to worry less about the laundry every time I see a sock in our laundry bin because you know I hate it.
Dear partner person. While you have flaws and things that drive me up the walls, you are you. And I never would be in a relationship with you, if I didn’t like you.