Well, it took about an hour of checking facebook, twitter,
my email, and my bank accounts, but my heart rate has slowed back down to
normal, and I no longer have waves of pleasure moving through my body.
(If you hadn’t already guessed, this blog post will be a
little more… explicit, than usual).
Thanksgiving has always been a special holiday. A time for
family, for food, for the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade (in which I danced my
senior year of high school, thankyouverymuch), and for reflecting on what
really matters.
After last year, however, Thanksgiving is no longer just
one of many holidays during which I eat yummy food with loved ones, but it has
elevated to a sort of anniversary for the boyfriend and me.
I spent both this and last Thanksgiving with the boyfriend
and his family. Last year, in bed, after only the second of many sexi times to
cum,* the boyfriend told me he loved me for the very first time.
I can’t believe it’s been a whole year since then. We’ve
gone from seeing each other every three weeks if we were lucky, and every three
months if we were not, to spending every weekend (and occasional weekdays)
together. I’ve gone from googling “how to give a blow job” to making the
boyfriend moan within seconds. My once-quiet, rather pleasant orgasms are now
accompanied by gasps and moans as my entire body spasms in pleasure. I’ve
stopped secretly daydreaming about our wedding—we now openly discuss the
details.
So much has changed, yet the most important aspect of our
relationship remains the same.
We are still completely, head over heels, in love with each
other.
This week has been a difficult one for me. My car broke down
on the way to work Monday. On Tuesday, I found out the repair would cost
approximately $4,430, aka well more than my car is worth. I spent most of
Wednesday sobbing uncontrollably.
But I’ve learned a few things this week.
- I don’t have to do everything on my own.
- I can depend on others and still be independent.
- Accepting help is not a sign of weakness.
- Neither is crying.
- My boyfriend still loves me even after ignoring his calls,
being passive-aggressive, and looking like a hot-teary-mess.
I also had to remind myself that, in the grand scheme of
things, not having my own car is a minor problem. This Thanksgiving, I am
thankful for the major things.
- My twin brother no longer has a brain tumor.
- My Crohn’s is still in remission, and I’m only taking
pentasa.
- My little brother is having an amazing experience in
Australia, where he’s started dating his first real girlfriend—from Mexico.
- I have a job. That I can mostly do from home.
- I have a good boss and good co-workers.
- I am surrounded by friends and family who love me, including
my amazing twitter/blog friends.
- And did I mention that I have a boyfriend who loves me, who
respects me, who understands me, who spoils me, who finds me sexy, who turns me
on, who makes me laugh, who wants to marry me?
Not having a car is just a minor roadblock along an
otherwise pretty amazing journey. This Thanksgiving, more than anything, I’m
just thankful to have the boyfriend by my side.
*I can't resist a good pun.
