So just how much space is enough space? Or more to the point, how much space is too much space?
There's a seriously fine line in relationships between enough space and too much space. I don't, nor do I ever, EVER want to be smothered in a relationship. I like space, I like other people, and I really, really, really value my alone time.
At the same time, it's nice to know I'm needed. It would be really nice to have a cute message waiting on my answering machine, or a phone call before bed or even a slight sign that I haven't been forgotten. I've heard that after six months (eep!) or any extended period of time in a relationship that you can never expect things to stay the same as they were in the beginning.
The thing that I will never understand, is that it's not as if our feelings for each other (fingers crossed) have lessened...so why should the contact?
Shouldn't it be a natural response to make more and more contact with someone, to spend more time with them as you grow closer?
At what point is it okay to be frustrated? At what point is it no longer worth the effort?
About Me
- misspk
- Basically, I'm a PK, (priest's kid)so in the time it took you to read that, you probably have a pretty good idea of who I am, right? (It's ok, we all judge) I'm about as screwed up as you can get, I have issues, phobias, all that stuff including a nasty sense of black humor. What can you expect from someone who grew up in a church. It's a wonder I'm as close to normal as I am. But, I don't want that to define me, so to sum it up I'm a Type A teenager who is proud to be a member of every club, comittee, and board that she can get her hands on (no evidence of a PK here)in a semi-healthy (if not one side-dly obbsessive) relationship with, suprise--another PK.
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