It just occurred to me that I haven’t said anything about my membership in the LDR (Long Distance Relationship) association. Pray, forgive my oversight. Since I all but shoved your faces into my LDR business since I started the blog, it only makes sense to give you updates on how it is going, since, YY and I are off LDR for now. I should start from the airport gist. Hmmm….maybe before the airport.
About a month before I came home (April 2012), YY was just pissing me off. He would talk, I would be pissed off, he wouldn’t and I would still pissed off. There were some expectations of him that he fell short of and I couldn’t bring myself to telling him, after all, he had a brain and thinking abilities, need I tell him everything? The die was cast though. My ticket had been bought but we weren’t really on talking terms, in fact, I had started getting used to not talking to him every day. I think he was scared of me at that point too because I just closed up….locked shop…was very non-committal in my conversations and everything. He didn’t even know which day I was flying in. Eventually, about a few days to my arrival, I called him to give him the flight details. Per his usual (laid back) self, he arrived at the airport late, with his friend, my brother and a basket of excuses in tow. I was livid!
I mean, I am upset with you for reasons you don’t know yet. I have given you a redemption card (to pick me up from the airport, lol, I know how funny that sounds) and you failed to deliver?!!! Needless to say we started the trip on a very rocky ground.
However, life happened!
In as much as he can be a goat….yes, I mean goat, he has several redeeming qualities. One of this is that he can be such a kid sometimes. There are pros and cons to this quality but stay with me.
Being a kid as a redeeming quality means that when I upset him, a few minutes later, he is ready to be friends again. It is like those children who you see crying profusely this minute and the next minute they are all toothy grins. It can be exasperating, but it is a nice compliment to my “take-so-long-to-simmer-down-and-let-go” self.
Indeed, you can imagine my surprise when sometime last week, he pissed me off (he has a patent on that pissing-me-off thingy) and I, without much external influence, actually sought him out after a few hours without holding onto the grudge…..like what do I know?! Dude is rubbing off on me…God be praised!
Coming home for the period of time I thought I would (I was supposed to return in January), I had so many concerns about the relationship. I wasn’t sure that it would stand the test of time, given how much we both had grown apart (physically). However, I do have to admit, to a very large extent, that most of those fears have been unfounded. I have realized that this is as much a learning curve for him as it is for me. This is not to say that all is well and dandy and we will be bringing out aso ebi soon o….in fact, in spite of all the lovely niceties, we have attempted breaking up more than twice since July 2012 to now (it is funny now that I think about it).
So the point of this post is to reiterate that all your LDR problems WILL NOT go away automatically once LDR is over o! *pulls ear for emphasis*…You still gotta put your back into it and I don’t mean that literally, please! In fact, some issues that never came up in during LDR will begin to crop up.
Also, it is put hope in those who need it (fellow LDRers). LDR can work. If it isn’t that I seem to have some major “commitment issues”, we’ld probably be married by now. So, don’t despair……hang in there and do monkey swings while you are at it.
So yeah, @ilola, YY and I are doing well……thanks for asking in the midst of a more important issue *shines teeth*
Ha! So Shoprite opened in Ibadan the other day! I had made up my mind to not go there until it is at least 3 months old. But God/devil used one aunty to lead me there yesterday. I had given her a ride and on impulse, she wanted to go to Shoprite. It was around 6pm so I figured it wouldn’t do me any harm….most people should be home by then.
Per usual, I couldn’t be “wronger”!
You people should have seen the line at the bakery!!!!! We waited until the bread was done, we were given tallies and then told that each person was entitled to only one loaf of bread! On top my money!!! Gangsta that I can be (flips hair) I walked away with 2 loaves of bread about 2.5 hours after!
This point of this story?! It was very well worth it! No wonder Baale Iles (heads of house, husbands) were begging for 2, 3, 4 tallies….hahahahaha! But I am still not going back there for a while, abeg!