My room had a lot of character
The room I was renting last year had a lot of character. Each corner reflected a little chunk of my personality. Maybe I'm not as bland as I think.
When I first invited him over, I showed him all the little tid bits:
The plants, the books, the cute colour coordinated mats, the candles, the diffusers, the cute bed covers, my gym accessories, the view from my window.
I showed him things I had just bought for myself, all the jewelry, the graduation dress, the accessories, and he looked uncomfortable that I had to "buy these myself".
I was too independent for him. I was too whole as a person for him. I was too content with myself for him. He wanted to be a white knight for a damsel in distress. And while he told me that's exactly who I am, that I have too many unresolved issues, the things that put him off were those that I could do for myself.
When I first invited him over, I showed him all the little tid bits:
The plants, the books, the cute colour coordinated mats, the candles, the diffusers, the cute bed covers, my gym accessories, the view from my window.
I showed him things I had just bought for myself, all the jewelry, the graduation dress, the accessories, and he looked uncomfortable that I had to "buy these myself".
I was too independent for him. I was too whole as a person for him. I was too content with myself for him. He wanted to be a white knight for a damsel in distress. And while he told me that's exactly who I am, that I have too many unresolved issues, the things that put him off were those that I could do for myself.
31-35, F
