I was watching Sex and the City tonight. Charlotte is my favorite character. Not just because she is adorable and fit... but she is so incredibly naive.
It was the episode where she had converted to Judaism because he boyfriend would not get more seirous about her unless she was Jewish. She then started throwing it in his face "I gave up Christ for you... the least you could do is take the garbage out!" and the like.
Then it hit me: perhaps the reason why M.W. is not playing by the same guidelines as me, is because he does not eventually want me to say (or even feel, subcutaneously) "I moved to California for you... the least you could do is let us have Italian tonight." or "I moved all the way here and gave up a great job... and you won't even consider starting a family with me. What's up with that?"
It makes perfect sense. But then where do we get off not going forth with our collective futures? My tacit threat has been that there will come a day when I will move forward with my future -- together or alone. That's a pretty ugly statement, but the truth is that both M.W. and I need that to be the case, so that neither of us are in need, no one is dependent... that we are together because we want to be together....
Until that time, until all of the parts of the puzzle have been satisfied.... This Taela Brown will be hanging around, waiting for Louis Wu.
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