Other than being sick it was a really nice weekend. I’ve had this stupid cold for about a week now. My throat is so sore and my nose is so stuffy. I think this is making my sore throat worse as I can’t breathe at night and my mouth is getting crazy dry. Now my ear is also all plugged up. Ugh. I need to get better. I added some essential oils and am just sitting in the steamy bathroom hoping it’ll help loosen stuff up. I’ve got a week before Vegas and need to be at 100% by then.
The weekend was exceptional. We got a decent snowstorm leading up to Saturday. Winter is definitely here. Nick was supposed to work all weekend and wanted me to go with him. There was no way I felt good enough to drive to him and then drive 5 hours to his work location so I’d told him if he got done early enough maybe I’d drive up Saturday. He ended up getting off Friday and mentioned I could drive up. It was getting dark. Snowing. I felt like crap. The roads were awful. In the end we agreed I’d just wait and see what Saturday was like.
I ended up getting up early Saturday and heading to his place. The roads sucked but were typical winter roads. Slow and steady. I was there by about noon Saturday.
We just hung out. Watched a couple movies. Sat in the hot tub a bunch. Nothing too exciting but pure perfection. Wrapped gifts he’d got his girls. We’d planned to go to dinner at Olive Garden Saturday night so I could see Alex. He mentioned he’d thought about inviting his parents. Of course I was all for it. He was convinced they wouldn’t come as they’d recently told him no when he’d asked. But I pointed out dinner didn’t include dinner with me then and if they knew I existed they’d have to be curious by now as parents and would likely say yes.
Sure enough, they said yes. So, we loaded up and picked them up on our way. They were super nice and a lovely couple I thought. He told me his dad’s really a jerk but I thought they were great. They seemed to like me and we made easy conversation throughout dinner. The only thing that caught me a little off guard is in the past I’ve felt like meeting parents is a job interview. These two didn’t pry or ask crazy questions. They really didn’t ask me many questions at all. Except his dad was intrigued by Alex and college and had questions there. The rest I just had to kind of volunteer. Maybe that’s a good thing and a sign they have healthier relationships with their son than my past partners had with their parents? Maybe it means he’s already told them a lot about me? I really don’t know but I’m trying not to overthink it. We will see what future interactions bring.
I am impressed he was ready to let me in on that part of his life. Up until now we’d really kept our relationship and lives pretty separate. I hadn’t met any of his family, etc. I’m so used to things moving too fast that it’s been hard going so slow. But he must like me if he’s having me meet them? I had met a friend of his over the summer than we hung out with quite a bit at the lake but that’s it.
So, it was really nice. We’re 6 months in and I guess maybe things are truly moving at the pace they should be? Like driving - slow & steady wins the race?
I’m anxious to meet his girls. I simply love all things family so much and would love to be able to do some of that. He’s super hands on and the stuff he does with them always sounds like fun. I absolutely miss being a Pinterest mom and doing all that. I’d adore having kids around that liked that kind of stuff. I know he’s crazy protective of them though and that’s not happening anytime soon which I respect. I rarely bring it up and will just occasionally mention I’m excited for the day I do get to meet them when he’s telling me stories of their personalities or whatever. Originally he said it had to be at least 8 months which is what his divorce psychiatrist had said. So, that puts us in February. Maybe he will be ready by summertime? I sure hope we’re still going strong then.
Today he woke me up with coffee in bed when he was done at the gym. We went back to lounging on the couch with a movie and then the hot tub. Eventually got moving and we ran for windshield wipers and he installed them on my car - which I desperately needed. Hung out a little while longer then I headed home to make the drive in the daylight and so he could get to his daughter’s basketball game.
It’s the little things. The weekend was pretty chill which is all I wanted with my cold. Yet, it was perfect. Good conversation. Good company. The little thoughtful things he does like the coffee or windshield wipers or making me hot oatmeal to feel better. I love it all.
I’m absolutely falling in love with this man which terrifies me. I want so badly to just be happy. I try to repress the thoughts of “what if he doesn’t like me” or “what if he breaks up with me”. What if he does? I can’t change that but I can be my genuine self and live in the moment. So, that’s my goal. Living in the moment.
I could easily see a future with him. I just hope he feels the same. We will see where it goes for sure! And I will NOT self-sabotage which is what scared me normally does.
We leave for Vegas in less than 10 days. I am so freaking excited. That’ll be the real test. How do we do together with more than a weekends time? It’s going to be great. I just know it. (Yet, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about being good enough. Yep, my brain is ridiculous.) Really though, it’s going to be fabulous. Our chemistry is too good for it not to be.
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