Fuck You

I haven't felt like a true adult until recently. Just a few days ago, I slept over at my boyfriends house because we had a late night concert. We didn't get home till around 12:30-1am. It was so nice being free. I didn't have to worry about time or being late. I enjoyed the show and shared a lot of laughs and smiles with Josh. He's absolutely perfect. The concert was awesome, but I think it was the parts around the concert that made the experience great. Before it started, we grabbed pizza on the way to the venue. We pulled right up to the front of the parking lot thanks to the handicap spaces and just hung out. Josh and I ate till we were stuffed, and I had a light drink to start off the night. The performances were awesome are predicted. Afterwards, we drove home and stopped at a local diner to get food for a late night snack/dinner. I had another drink when we got home and we ate together like a couple. The house was quiet and it was just us. I enjoyed being together, just he and I. It doesn't happen a lot. I enjoy occasional silence when it's spent with someone I love. Just eating and being together makes me smile. I was able to actually get him into bed myself, which I was very proud of. We got into bed, cuddled close, and I was out like a light. Feeling the one you love spooning you from behind is really such a great feeling. I feel protected and warm and happy. The next morning we took it slow. I had my first attempt at getting him out of bed and into his chair, AND I SUCCEEDED. That's probably the best feeling I've had in a little while. I was afraid of hurting him or fucking it up somehow. But he said I learned faster than his ex, and did it somewhat better than his parents in a couple aspects. I want to be able to do everything for him, like he does for me. It's so cool to think now we don't even have to rely on his mom to help us out. I can drive, help him up, and do pretty much whatever we want. This didn't come together as cohesively as I thought it would. But the point remains: I'm becoming an actual self-sustaining adult. As London Tipton would say, YAY ME!