aryssa90's Diaryland Diary

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Tim came over Saturday night. He hasn’t left yet. Three nights in a row after seeing each other once in over 4 weeks. I asked him to stay tonight. I’m inwardly trying to figure out if I missed him or missed having someone around to do things I wanted to do with.

I went to his parents house with him today to get a change of clothes and his work stuff. His parents and I actually had a really good chat. They gave me their Christmas present. It was a planner, journal and fountain pen. It was actually an extremely thoughtful gift. And the conversation was really nice. It was nice to feel like his mother didn’t hate me. She even called me honey which is what she calls her daughters.

Tim’s been sober almost a month. Actually, a month tomorrow. I told him a month is the longest I’ve seen and I need to see more than that if we’re going to get back together. He said his next step is to go to therapy regularly and this place he found and tried out and then to get a sponsor. I love both of those ideas. He said he feels like he doesn’t have anything to talk about in therapy. I gave him a whole litany if things he needs to talk about in therapy. Then I apologized because I shouldn’t direct how anyone’s therapy should go and he said he appreciated it because he has a hard time distinguishing of what bothers him is worth bringing up. I told him that maybe he should start with talking about that.

Anyway, the real reason I wanted to journal. I made an amazing and amazingly simple meal of mussels and chorizo for dinner tonight. It was so easy and so fucking good. I’m obsessed and impressed. We had it at this restaurant a few months ago and it was the only good dish we had. I thought I could recreate it and I actually think I made it better.

Dashboard Confessional was AMAZING. I knew almost every song, Chris Carrabba sounds like an angel in person and we were so close to him. The only drawbacks were the THREE girls who got so drunk or so high that they passed out at various points throughout the show and needed to be hauled out, half dragged by their friends, half carried by Tim.

But other than that it was great.

Still no news from Trev0r. Can’t wait for the fucking weekend. I hate this job.

Tim and I are spending Valentine’s Day together. I’m hoping for something low key. I’m usually p tired on Fridays. I’m also wondering if it’s a good choice to do that but oh well.

9:36 p.m. - 2020-02-10

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