18hrs and GPF'd (to love, or not love)

So I went along my travels expecting to have a marvelous time with my Lova! You know that saying "when you assume you make and ass out of you and me?" Well, someone should come up with a similar saying for expectations.

Day 1:

The drive down was surprisingly easy, as I only had two hours of sleep.. Procrastination and nerves: 2 M:0.

I arrive at the hotel early and was not allowed to check in, which was fine by me bc there was a shopping center and I had to buy some groceries. The hotel was an efficiency which means it held a kitchen and i had planned to make steaks that i brought all the way from my butcher at home. I went to the market, there to gather the necessary accoutrement for my seemingly perfect Valentines dinner.

78 dollars, candles, rose petals and steak sauce later... I go back to the hotel.
Earlier I had found out that my lova's troop was being held late so he would not arrive in time for check in, again ok by me as i wanted to settle in first before seeing him. (sidenote- this also meant id have to front the money for the stay until he got there)

Needless to say the "slow speaking/minded" cashier charged me 3x's for the room on accident and had NO IDEA how to refund my money!!!
3 1/2 hours...one public scene, and some tears later, The money is returned!

I get to the room and settle in, take a small nap and around 9pm I get the call that lova-boy is down the hall. I walk out the door to go meet him and just like a movie i see him down the hall.. and he starts to run.. throws his arms around me and held for a moment. we pulled away and there were tears in his eyes. It was beautiful, a moment i wish had lasted the weekend.
Instead we get back to the room and I fix him something to eat and drink. he had been in the field all week, lips and hands so dry and torn. It was disheartening. I made him a grilled cheese at his request :) simple enough-- however the hotel tells cookware lacked. the sandwich stuck to the pan burned and set off the smoke detectors. (sidenote im no culinary goddess, but i do cook.. grilled cheese is childsplay.) another stab in the broken heart of a day i was having.


Day 2:
We wake up early and want to go to breakfast. It had snowed so he was cleaning the car and asked y my door was open...FFwd to my screaming.. bc my glasses, coat, GPS, and cell car charger are gone! The bad mood i was put in.. lasted the rest of the day and into the morning.

Day 3: Valentines Day.
Emotions were tossed all over that day.
Still agitated from the day before, I am a horrible bitch all day to him.
He is on my nerve... and we both came to realization that we have nothing in common but one another.

Our relationship is based on conversation due to his station and future deployment.. and we cant converse about anything. So "whats the point"
The rest of this day seems null and void. I almost wanted to pack and go home.
He: being the words of wisdom and hope... repeatedly stated "We can make this work, I dont want to lose you, It will hard, but you're worth it."

We sat down like children and wrote down our likes and dislikes.. of food, life, activities, attitudes etc. We read horoscopes, did zodiac compatibility tests. Each stating "the combination of theses two signs are virtually unsuccessful however if each works diligently twd the relationship it can a prosperous and rewarding one." (sidenote- as corny as it sounds i do believe in the zodiac) I decided we needed a break from this and suggest he take a shower and Id make some food. I made the steaks, Asiago cheese rice, garlic green beans and homemade choc pudding. I decorated the bed with flower petals and a scented candle. He was stunned, and appreciative. He suggested we eat by candle light, and we did. Not much was said but the look in eyes gave me a feeling of sorrow. I felt so badly for letting my negitave emotions for what happened they day before dictate the way i felt about him. I wanted to try too, my hardest to make this work, to beat the odds. FFwd one foot massage, romantic comedy movie, and an accidental eye injury later (sidenote--more on that to come) We were in love again.

Day 4:

18 hours and counting.
We laid around all day basking in the comfort of our love. We had dinner with two other couples, and another Marine and his wife, and naval-man and his. It was nice to see them, and the way they interact with one another. So in love, so respectful. They way he behaves with me, a manner in which, from a man, I am not used to. We later went back to hotel and fell asleep, tangled together. It was beautiful.

There are many pieces of this weekend I have left out... good and bad. Still mentally drained, from all areas of my life.. again my ramblings... are not.

He showed me a love I have never had before, one that enticed and frightened me all at once. I want nothing more than to experience every hardship with him. Even though the weekend was not as i had expected. It was what we had needed, and in that, it was perfect.


Reflecting and Correcting---

~M