Growing Pains

Show me that smile again-

(Show me that smile)

Don’t waste another minute on your cryin’.

We're nowhere near the end (nowhere near)

The best is ready to begin.

The weekend retreat was needed and a lot of unresolved issues came to the light. The relationship I share with Parker is coming to a crossroads. It's been one year, believe it or not. The hot tub, the pool table, and the bedroom all hold hot memories, but despite the fun, the reality is that our relationship is experiencing growing pains, and they defiantly hurt.

A relationship is hard. For me, this is my fourth relationship; for Parker, it is his first. We are both very stubborn in what we want. He wants my time and I want his understanding. I work a lot and right now, there is nothing that can be done to avoid it and he constantly wants my undivided time and attention. I have friends and I feel so guilty when I neglect them. I cannot remember the last time I spent quality time with Double Dees. But I also feel guilty when I am not with Parker when he wants me.

We are taking our journey together step by step and learning and growing in our love. Some days are long, some nights are even longer (and not in a good way), but through it, we are together, hand in hand.

Happy Birthday, Parker!

Parker made me remove the most recent post. He said it was disrespectful. We did discuss the assumed intended infidelity, and the issue was resolved. A lesson was learned. I should consult my man first before listening to what anyone else would have to say.

Being backlogged, I am going to update in real time. Parker’s birthday was March 18 and we celebrated by going to Yuki’s Japanese Steakhouse. The entire evening was a comedy of errors to say the least.

Most of the first family was there as were several of Parker’s friends. This is where things got sticky. I invited Gatsby while Parker invited Gatsby’s ex, Michael. Um… not a smart move.

Gatsby and Michael had been dating for three months and things did not end well. For me, Gatsby and Michael’s relationship gave me hope. With Gatsby being 38 and Michael being 21, the age difference between Parker and I did not seem so bad.

We took up two tables at the restaurant. Both Michael and Gatsby came late and ended up sitting at the table with Parker, his friends, any myself. My friends, the first family, sat across from us. After two drinks and a round of sushi, the tea started to spill. Michael got drunk, Gatsby got pissed, and everyone else got their life.
I bought Parker a new phone and some underwear for his birthday. This weekend, we ended up going to Gatlinburg to work on our relationship with my friend B (http://alwaysbfree.blogspot.com) and his (um hm) date. And that’s where things got interesting.