Twenty-Ninth

First off - blogpimping. I've linked to Violent Acres in the past (I think), and I've tried to make a habit of reading her on a regular basis. There are a couple more entries that I read today that caught my eye, and are, like most of her entries, well worth reading. This one seems quite apt for my own situation, and I wonder if things might be different, had I read it some months ago. This one though, is more of an 'I wish' type of scenario. Perhaps in 5 or 6 years' time, when we do actually have some disposable income to call our own once more, I'll do something similar with the bank that recently refused to enter into a Protected Trust Deed with us, leaving us with Bankruptcy as our only feasible solution.

Secondly - V also posts about how she doesn't like snuggling, and it got me thinking. Both my girlfriend and I do enjoy snuggling in bed, up to a point.  If one or the other of us wants snuggles, then by God, we'll demand them from the other. On the other hand though, the very instant we've had enough, then God himself won't be able to keep us lying there in the spoons position. I like to think that this is a very good example of just how comfortable we are with each other. Snuggles can be demanded, dispensed, and just as easily taken away all in the space of a minute, with very little blame or anger at their removal. I understand that sometimes my feet can be like blocks of ice, even though it's the middle of summer and our bedroom windows are open because of the cold, and if they so much as brush the backs of her legs, her snuggle-enjoyment levels drop sharply. She understands that because she radiates heat in the manner of a nuclear reactor approaching meltdown, I can rarely stand to spoon her for more than 5 minutes before my legs start to itch unbearably (I am quite hairy, you see). My point being that I am happy we are this comfortable with each other - we burp, fart, cough, sneeze and blow our noses in front of one another. We have no problem using the toilet, regardless of the number) if the other is in the next room. One of my girlfriend's friend, who stays over at ours on occasion, has never farted in front of her husband. Never. This makes things uncomfortable in the morning after the night before, when the three of us are frequently hung-over and queuing for the toilet.

Our relationship isn't perfect by any stretch of the imagination, and we have had some problems in the past. We're both stressed out just now, and neither of us is at their best, but I still feel happy that we're comfortable enough to still be able to tell the other to piss off back to their own side of the bed at night.