Our story is a lovely one, in my opinion. We started off as friends, acquaintances even and for years all we did was communicate in the only form any broke, sheltered teenager could: the Internet. I was never the type to go hang out with friends at their homes, mainly because I wasn't allowed to so, my only connection to the outside world was the "world wide web." When we finally got together some years later in person (more freedom, more time, more money) it was like I couldn't bear to be around anyone else. People say that opposites attract, but I never realized how much truth is in that statement.
Its funny, really, when we talk about it. He is this quiet, laid back individual with patience and a calm energy, I'm this loud, hyper, impatient little thing. How we got together? Only the gods and goddesses know really.
Well, that's not the point. The point is, I am in love with him. And over the years, as I've watched him grow from a boy to a man, my love has grown alongside this seeping frustration. You see, we have our suspicions that he is an "Aspie."
Is it a bad thing? Hell no. Will it make me run in the other direction? Absolutely not. Am I growing weary of sharing my relationship with "it" though? HELL yes.
I started this blog tonight, in the wee hours of the morning because we had a fight. Again. About him not seeming to want to talk to me. I talk. A LOT and yes, he talks to me a lot as well, but sometimes I wish he could just...know when I needed to talk talk without me having to say "Hon, I want to talk. I had a rough day." That's when I start to hate "it", Its like I'm in a polyamorous relationship! Its him, me and AS. We're a threesome. I figured since I can't force him to talk and I can't continue to yell at him when he doesn't pick up on my tone of voice or urgency to chat over the phone so I will write. This is the only way I will be able to let my feelings some out, otherwise, we may never last.
On one hand, I'm afraid he'll see this on the history of my computer and flip on me, thinking I'm trying to treat him like he's some invalid. Its not that AT ALL, I just, need a place to release my feelings and thoughts about everything.
