So my boyfriend moved. Forty-five minutes away from where I live. It sucks. Major ass. I didn’t anticipate it affecting us as much as it has. Part of the problem is that I didn’t get my license when I had hoped to; therefore there’s a lack of transportation in me getting to his house and vice-versa (although, he’s not allowed to hang out at my current residence (a.k.a. my mother’s house.)) But another huge factor in this is my mother’s hope that the distance is going to be the end of the relationship.
I really don’t want the relationship to end. I love my boyfriend, I love him more than I’ve loved anyone else before. I feel like it’s love and not just infatuation (although it’s hard to view current relationships objectively). I mean, I know he has flaws, I don’t try to deny his flaws, they’re there, they are what they are, I’m okay with them. I love him warts and all.
It’s just really hard to know how long our relationship can continue for when I haven’t even seen him since Thursday, I won’t get to see him until Friday (at work) and there’s no chance of us hanging out in the near future.
Sometimes reality sucks.
The irony of the situation: if I hadn’t moved five years ago, we’d be living five minutes away from each other now. Fuck you, Dad– I never wanted to move in the first place.
