When I was still unattached I would often dream of the day when I would finally be out travelling and visiting places with my boyfriend. I thought to myself, oh how great it is to have a travel buddy with you as you both explore the other side of living (yes life outside work, in other words.). I often envied other girls who seem to have a ready set of itinerary and booked schedules to make room for couple quality time.
But now, I just feel ever so frustrated 😦
Three months and we’ll soon hit our 1st year anniversary. Ecstatic yes, but frustrated too. See, we’ve been going out on quite a few out of town trips during the span of this romance. What you see in the pictures over my Facebook wall are fun, happy, and sweet moments of togetherness. May it be on the beach, plane or somewhere outside of Metro Manila.
What you don’t see are the frantic moments of me in utter desperation before a trip and in-between tours: Always reminding him not to forget his tooth brush, wallet, cell phone + charger, shampoo, shaver, keys, etc. etc. The list goes on!
Well at first, I enjoyed being the doting girlfriend. But after a while, when it has already seemed to be a regular thing – yes, each time we leave my apartment I would ask him if he has his phone, wallet, keys, and the long list begins.. Again! And oh, there’s an addition to the checklist: the USB where he stores all our pending outputs for demanding clients. And the USB gets forgotten most of the time, as well. How cool.
You are absolutely right in thinking I have just gained a new kid to take care of. Heck, I’m not even a mom yet!
Sometimes I wonder if it is going to be like this eternally once I decide to spend the rest of my life with him. It’s real exhausting. Not to mention the fact that it’s not doing any good, given my control issues.
Don’t get me wrong. I do love my boyfriend loads and loads – PMS or non-PMS days. I know I am one of the few to be so blessed with such a patient and OBEDIENT guy beside me. But sometimes, I wish I can be the one on the other side of the fence. I’d like to be the one being taken care of. I wish he’ll take more of the I’m-taking-charge-leave-it-to-me,-darlin’ role. That’s how men are supposed to be, anyway.