the wedding
the getting married friends got married.
now they are the married friends.
i wasn't sure what we'd be walking into, but from the moment i saw the wife and the husband i knew everything was ok.
they were glowing. they were genuinely happy. they might have been tiredm they might have been ready to get rid of their parents, but you could see how much they loved each other and how ready they were to begin their life as husband and wife.
there were tears when i saw them. there were tears during the speech i made at the rehearsal dinner. there were tears at the wedding. there were tears during the receiving line. there were tears at the first dance. there were tears when we had to leave.
altogether though, i kept it together pretty well. it could be because we left at 4am on friday, and we were home by 4am sunday. that's right. 48 hours, and 20 of it driving.
i may very well have been exhausted. although i didn't feel it, i suppose because i was so happy and excited and joyous and ready.
and the best friend and i talked much about the next boy. i had decided it was time to end it. i had decided it wasn't worth it to have to process all the dirty laundry i had learned about. i had decided that there wasn't any way i'd ever be able to accept it and not look at him weirdly and not be able to respect him.
i'm not sure how i will end it. we're coming to the end of our one month trial period. i would like to stay friends. i think it's more for him, since he has very few friends.
he needs to figure out who he is, where he's going in the world and that he is worthy of every bit of anything the world gives him.
i also look towards next year. he's finishing school, and working full-time. i'm starting my first year of teaching, and potentially still working at the church. there just won't be time.
and then, of course, there is his laugh, which is loud and annoying. and when i'm "loud," which isn't loud at all, he tells me to be quiet. like HE should be telling ME about being quiet, when he's loud all the time!
and one cannot forget the orgasms. which are simply wonderful. his is a very caring and dedicated lover, which is sort of a new thing to me. i've had plenty of lovers who have been concerned about my pleasure, but not to his level of concern. and he's good at it.
but the best friend does say that a relationship built on that won't last. it has to be good everywhere, not just the bedroom, or the kitchen, or the living room, or wherever it happens.
we'll have to see how it all works out.
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now they are the married friends.
i wasn't sure what we'd be walking into, but from the moment i saw the wife and the husband i knew everything was ok.
they were glowing. they were genuinely happy. they might have been tiredm they might have been ready to get rid of their parents, but you could see how much they loved each other and how ready they were to begin their life as husband and wife.
there were tears when i saw them. there were tears during the speech i made at the rehearsal dinner. there were tears at the wedding. there were tears during the receiving line. there were tears at the first dance. there were tears when we had to leave.
altogether though, i kept it together pretty well. it could be because we left at 4am on friday, and we were home by 4am sunday. that's right. 48 hours, and 20 of it driving.
i may very well have been exhausted. although i didn't feel it, i suppose because i was so happy and excited and joyous and ready.
and the best friend and i talked much about the next boy. i had decided it was time to end it. i had decided it wasn't worth it to have to process all the dirty laundry i had learned about. i had decided that there wasn't any way i'd ever be able to accept it and not look at him weirdly and not be able to respect him.
i'm not sure how i will end it. we're coming to the end of our one month trial period. i would like to stay friends. i think it's more for him, since he has very few friends.
he needs to figure out who he is, where he's going in the world and that he is worthy of every bit of anything the world gives him.
i also look towards next year. he's finishing school, and working full-time. i'm starting my first year of teaching, and potentially still working at the church. there just won't be time.
and then, of course, there is his laugh, which is loud and annoying. and when i'm "loud," which isn't loud at all, he tells me to be quiet. like HE should be telling ME about being quiet, when he's loud all the time!
and one cannot forget the orgasms. which are simply wonderful. his is a very caring and dedicated lover, which is sort of a new thing to me. i've had plenty of lovers who have been concerned about my pleasure, but not to his level of concern. and he's good at it.
but the best friend does say that a relationship built on that won't last. it has to be good everywhere, not just the bedroom, or the kitchen, or the living room, or wherever it happens.
we'll have to see how it all works out.
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