Last night Chad said he had a question. He wanted to know if I wanted him to rent a house or buy one. I asked him why he wanted my opinion and he answered that he wanted me to have a say in where we lived. He doesn’t want to buy a house just to move out when I graduate. I told him that he was gonna be the ‘breadwinner’ so I would be with him where ever his job took him because a) I can teach anywhere, and b) I love him that much =P It made me smile that he asked me. We talked about our future a pretty good bit last night. I like where we are headed. We talked about if we would like to live together before we got married and both decided it was a good idea to move in after. I wanted to wait but he had something else he was thinking it would mean, but I gave him the ol’ “It’ll be fun to pick out things for OUR house after we are married. It’ll be something new.”
I know there are people out there who would say things to me like ‘why are you thinking of marrying so soon’ (in my life, not how long we will have been dating) or ‘you need to experience other people,’ yatta, yatta. And to these things I say, I have always been the type of girl that I love someone and stay with someone so long only if I could see myself marrying them. I’m a romantic. And I’ve been with my parents marriage from the beginning. My mom has only ever been with my dad and I have never once heard her question them together. Granted they have had hard times like any other couple, but they both loved each other enough to stick through it. They have even grown closer these past few years and that makes me smile and realize that there is love out there like what I know I have. My parents love is how I want mine and Chad’s to be (with some differences ; ) ) I’ve had good role models in the love department and so has Chad.
On a different note, my Granny called me today. I didn’t answer because I am at work, but she left me a voicemail. She apologized for being a bad grandmother to me. Not that I think she has. I think she has made choices that have hurt me, but she loves me a lot. She also finally admitted she has a problem that she says will never be fixed. I agree, not because there aren’t miracle pills that could fix her, but she knows she is addicted to pain pills and said that she didn’t want to go that route. That made me happy, not that she is depressed, just that she doesn’t want to stay doped up the rest of her life. She will just have to work harder and I hope that she doesn’t fall off again. I plan on going to a Mother/Daughter dinner with her and mom on the 31st. Maybe this can be the first nail in the bridge.
*Side note: I’m not getting married anytime soon, just talk =)
