One of my biggest problems with S is that he's non communicative and quiet in general. So I end up starved for cues that he does love me; I don't ask for much. I was elated to get flowers sent to my office on our dateaversary, and thrilled to receive a Christmas card since I know how busy he is. So I thought now that he's employed and feeling better about things, we'd have a nice new years settling him in and at least getting past the abstract irt our future. If I say "are we going to get married?" the answer us always "sure". As it has been for two years. If I press for more than a generalization, he gets upset. And I love him and have sacrificed much in this relationship, as people do when they're serious. He relies on me, and from a distance, is very sweet and loving. But after three years I am impatient with the abstract future. My problem is that I am as reluctant to end our relationship as he is to move forward with it. So we are at an impasse and it affects everything else.

I am still on iPhone, sitting here in tears on a bench in the mall. I am sorry to read about The Girl's family and their biases and mentality; that is so angering. I imagine too it's quite clausterphobic and I am sorry, Seska.

Sending hugs via iPhone just is inadequate. I'm so sorry that things are so rough, javachik. I know you were looking forward to this visit.

Also, any stories about exceptionally difficult in-laws much appreciated, so I can be reminded I'm not alone with that one

My first MIL told my mother in all honesty and sincerity that she thought I was getting the better end of the marriage deal because her son was such a jewel. This the night before our wedding. She also sent him little notes with presents with comments like, "a son is a son til he takes a wife," etc. She was a piece of work. Of course her beloved son would never have called her or remembered her birthday if it wasn't for my reminders.

Gotta get my act together to go out to a holiday gathering. It wasn't planned, but I am visiting my sister and she had this planned already.

Oh, java. I wish I could give you a hug and buy you a cup of coffee. {{{}}}

I have a new suit. Even got new shirt, tie, and pocket silk. Spent a lot more than I wanted to. But only because I had no clue what suits go for. It will be nice to be dressy without the jacket button bulging. And it's for a good cause.

Dear Shir's Body:

We like you. A lot. But about this being sick thing: Knock it off. Seriously, just give it up. You have much better things to be doing with your time. Sadly, moving to the U.S. right away isn't one of them, but do bear that in mind when you have a spare year or two - after you quit being sick, that is.

Thanks awfully, Bitches

{{{{Seska}}}}

{{{{JavaChik}}}

Anything more I had to say has been overtaken by the SQUEEing I've been doing over Shane perfect, tiny hands. OMG, so perfect!

What? No baby blue tuxedo and ruffly shirt? I'm devastated.

Heh Nicole that sounds exactly like something my SO would say, but yeah the hockey might be a contributing factor.

Javachick, what JZ said, with punctuation. You are so wonderful to be around that a few hours over dinner had the house glowing. I am sorry you are going through this and wish you much better in the future.

{{Seska}} I hope there is some good in the trip, but I push chocolate through the internets anyway.

Silent monks' rendition of the Hallelujah Chorus: [link]

{{{{java}}}} {{{{seska}}}}} {{{{everyone whose family has been jerky}}}}}

ION, my cats are totally taking advantage of my injury. they've realized that while i'm soaking/icing my foot (and thus out of the air cast) i can't run after them and chase them away from whatever mischief they are making. Now they wait for me to unstrap and unwrap, then jump up on the counter and wreak basement-cat-approved havoc. Jerks. I need a long-range water canon.