My Beautiful Boy and I did have one little emotional skirmish. Which I guess would count as fight #2. All through the week we were discussing NYC and whether Boy would come out there for the last weekend before I flew home. Boy had been there before and had no ardent wish to return. He also had a lot of work waiting for him at the UW and hotel prices in the city were exorbitant.
I was super excited to get to NY and knew I’d have a great time regardless, but I couldn’t face the thought of our goodbye at Vegas airport being the last we’d see of each other for months. I got a little teary and tried manipulating him into doing as I wished. It would be my 30th birthday two days after I left NY, he wouldn’t see me on my birthday or any other day for another two months. I pleaded and nagged until he finally got a bit angry, questioning whether I was asking him to be there or purely demanding it.
I finally backed off. I was a little hurt, but more embarrassed. Why the tears and the drama, when he was trying to have an adult conversation considering the pros and cons? I asked him to give me a minute. I was disappointed, and desperately wished to see him one more time if I could, but I had to be reasonable. He’d already spent a fortune on seeing me and spoiling me and he’d completely neglected his schoolwork to spend time with me. I went to the bathroom to calm down and dry my tears.
When I came back out we started making supper, the silence between us just a little bit emotional. Lala came over and we shared a nice, chatty, happy meal. I looked over at this Boy who was making us laugh so, being so kind and well-mannered and paying such special attention to my friend Lala so she wouldn’t feel like a third wheel. I accepted the limitations on his time and finances for what they were, finally realising that it didn’t mean he loved me any less.
After dinner Boy disappeared into the bedroom and I saw him typing away on his computer. Lala and I watched something stupid on TV. A little bit later Boy came out and plopped smoochy kisses all over my face. Hello, making up kisses, yay! I pulled away and looked at him, wanting to apologise, instantly feeling like a bitch for being so demanding. He had that naughty, I have a secret-look on his face. What now?
“I just booked my flights and our hotel room for your last weekend. See you in NYC, baby.” What a man.