I'd like to say this exercise made me resurrect toxic romantic relationships as healthy friendships, but that hasn't quite happened yet (and with some specific ones, I honestly can't see that ever happening).
More than anything, I think it's helped me recognize the hard fact that all humans have faults and, in general, good intentions. (Though to be fair, I can't take credit for the calendar.
It's a discussion he and I can have, but it's not my endeavor to pilot.
It's fun to make fun of Oldsters until you realize you are now one.
Cleaning is one of my favorite forms of therapy, likely because if I'm in a highly cluttered space physically, that transfers mentally and makes me feel like a stressed-out trashcan.
Very early in this relationship, I suggested I help my boyfriend with an intense cleaning sesh of his kitchen.
Then when I met a charming, handsome dude with good taste in music and tacos at a secret Santa vinyl swap party last winter, I started dating one.
He has developed a wisdom to help him identify the difference between the two, and if you haven't already done the same, hanging with him long enough will be educational.
I've never considered my income sizable until I started thinking of the glaring fact that I don't have to split it with anyone.
Since single dads still have to, you know, fund their child, there isn't always a ton of extra dough to fund flippant outings to fancy cocktail bars or jump onto tubing trips you didn't even want to attend in the first place. " And in a more serious sense, it forces you to dissect immature impulses.
It inspires you to be more mindful of your own spending habits. Like when you're running late to meet a friend because you're stuck in a child-stuffed lantern parade one town over, you're not allowed to bitch and force your S. to help you summon an Uber to pick you up, STAT—because he's too busy pushing the kid on a skateboard inside the festivities to indulge your princess agenda.