tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471555.post113500849057363563..comments2023-06-01T09:12:26.063-06:00Comments on Blogget Jones's Diary: Left turn, ClydeBlogget Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04742761495065187803noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471555.post-1135090553976407172005-12-20T07:55:00.000-07:002005-12-20T07:55:00.000-07:00Yeah, we've been through the whole "You have to be...Yeah, we've been through the whole "You have to be able to be happy on your own before you can be happy with me" thing. I can't be the end-all and be-all of anyone's contentment. That's actually what started the serious trouble we had a couple of years ago. He pretty much left his life up to me. He didn't scratch his keister without asking what he should do about the itch. He didn't even get bills or rent paid without me telling him it was due. He didn't find work unless I told him when and where to go, and sometimes not even then. It was like having a third child! It made me INSANE!<BR/><BR/>Then, one day he was in the wrong place at the wrong time and got that keister arrested. That was IT for me. That crap doesn't happen in my world.<BR/><BR/>The charge was thrown out because the whole situation was bogus, but here's the moral to that story, kids -- pick your friends wisely and do something productive so you don't have time to be in the wrong place.<BR/><BR/>And don't cheat on the woman you want to win back.<BR/><BR/>I told him then that I had no intention of "mothering" him. I need a partner, not someone to babysit. I said to take a look around and see if you're where you want to be. If not, grab your boot straps and join the grown-up world. <BR/><BR/>He did just that and decided to finish his degree and start a new career, which has given him a great deal of validation that's independent of me. You've heard what our struggles have been in the meantime, and I don't know that he's taken them all that seriously. <BR/><BR/>Until now. We'll see if it holds.<BR/><BR/>Yep, that theory vs. practice thing is a real bugger, isn't it? And that's a delicate balance you're talking about. Too much talk of what I dig and he gets a big head and thinks there's nothing to work on. Too much talk of what makes me want to lop his head off and I'm just a bitch. What a bugger, indeed.Glitterstimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14821742145813306444noreply@blogger.com