There is something you should know about me. Come to think of it, you probably already know…

I am a VERY open person.

I say too much.

I over share.

And I bleed my narcissism all over this blog.

I’ve always been this way.  If someone is willing to listen, I open up. At a birthday party just the other week, I got into a conversation with an incredibly sweet not-so-sober gal I just met and ended up telling her my life story.  I was like, Ha ha! High five! Way to play flip cup! We totally dominated the guys! By the way, did I tell you I may never be able to have children?

Seriously? Who does that? Maybe it’s part of my middle child syndrome. I’m not really sure. Doctors are looking into it.

However, there are some topics I do not broach; like my personal relationship with my boyfriend ED. It’s not for lack of wont on my part, but more out of respect for him. You see, ED is my polar opposite. He is a private person. He doesn’t share his life story, fears and victories, with strangers. I think know a part of him thinks I am crazy for sharing as much as I do. So I write very little about our relationship–outside of sharing a funny story here and there–and try to keep my posts about the one thing no one can object to: ME!

Today I reached an interesting crossroad… a dilemma if you will. Because the TMI topic on my mind has to do with my relationship with ED. It’s my feelings, and therefore about ME so I could easily justify saying whatever I want.

But at what cost?

I tried to do the mature adult thing and talk to ED about it.

“Babe, I’m having trouble knowing what to do. How do you feel about me writing about us on my TMI post?”

“That sounds a lot like it will involve… feelings… and emotions… that strangers from all of the world will read about.”  *insert disgusted sound*

“Yes sweetie, it’s called blogging. I know you are a super private person but that is the topic that is on my mind so I thought I better talk to you about it before you read it online. It’s just that I made the decision to go back to what I originally started the blog out to be: a place for me to talk about my feelings in a very public way.”

“Well… I guess you can write about your… feelings about us. It’s more the personal stories about us that I don’t think you should share.”

“Don’t worry darling. I won’t let the Internet know about all of your sappy ways. Your secret is safe with me.”

Oops!

Only now this post has become incredibly long and I have lost the emotional capacity to explore my excitement and fears of the phase of our relationship we are entering. I mean, we are approaching a YEAR of being together (year and a four months if you include the first time we dated) and ED and I have both accepted the fact that neither of us are going anywhere!

DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?

Me neither. Except that it feels good… and scary… but mostly good.

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What about you? I’m curious. Do you “over share”? Are there topics you won’t write about, or if you are not a blogger, that you feel people should not write about?

Blogfully yours,

Summer

ED is not Emotionally Disturbed, TMI Friday

You know those movies about the holidays where an amazing family gets together for the holiday and everyone is a little quirky but completely fabulous and they all get along and have inside jokes and crazy stories about each other? That is pretty much ED’s family this Thanksgiving. They are absolutely amazing, genuine pepole and I love every last one of them.

That said, I missed my family like crazy. This was the first holiday I have ever spent away from them and I may have had a small break down at one point in the day. But after that small little break down I may or may not have had, I was good. Great actually! I was having so much fun down there that I completely forgot about my life back home.  I even forgot about Black Friday until my sister text me that I was probably saving a lot of money by being in the country, to which I replied saving money? and she said um, yeah! BLACK FRIDAY you retard! But honestly I was so busy doing fun things like…

I hope your Thanksgiving was filled with great memories and laughter too!

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Holidays, Loved One(s)

I must say I had a truly a-freaking-mazing Thanksgiving holiday. I have great pictures and stories to share but unfortunately you will need to wait a day or two for them because I spent the last five days pretending like I don’t have a care in the world and I am now up to my eyeballs in homework. Bloody homework.

My first day back in the real world started out with an unexpected run in with an ex-boyfriend. Don’t you just hate those? Fortunately, for the first time since we broke up about 2 years ago, he was very non-asshole-ish. I’d like to say it was because he has grown up or moved on… but it was more than likely because we saw each other in a work setting and I was with a client who spends money with his company. Still, being treated like a human being rather than the bitch who broke his heart was greatly appreciated.

I’d like to start a petition that states whenever a relationship ends, the person who has lived in that state for the shorter amount of time has to move at least two states away. Seriously this idea is genius! Think about all of the problems this would solve! For example, last Valentines Day ED and I ran into his ex-girlfriend at our romantic dinner out (she was there with her mother). If my breakup law was put into play, that never would have happened because she would be living in Arkansas!

But I digress…

Later on, in my first day back in the real world, I got an e-mail from Heidi saying she had the two tickets to see 30 Seconds to Mars I had asked her about months ago. Only they weren’t just regular tickets, they were VIP tickets. I was distraught because I knew the responsible thing to do would be to stay home and get caught up on homework. But I am not responsible, or logical… at least when it comes to seeing sexy men with guitars on stage. So I made an appearance in class, ran home and practiced my speech for 30 minutes, threw on black clothes and an extra layer of makeup and left to see Jared. Beautiful, sexy, black eyeliner wearing Jared Leto.

So the picture is not great, but even blurry you gotta admit he looks hot. I told ED that Jared Leto almost looks as hot on stage with a guitar as he did swinging an ax on the farm. He told me to shut it. I told him to watch it buster because I’ve lived in Salt Lake a lot longer than he has and I don’t want to have to ship him off to South Dakota. He didn’t get it. But he will once my breakup law passes.

Threats! Yet another benefit to my brilliant idea.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Concert whore, ED is not Emotionally Disturbed