It’s been an interesting, yet kind of fucked up, past month in my brain.
Around the beginning of March Don and I got into a fight. The reason for the fight was kind of unrelated (translation: I’m not discussing it) to what ended up being my takeaway. In the over a year since we’ve known each other, we’d talk often about making a date and I’d leave my schedule open or even cancel plans with people, only to find out that he wasn’t really making an effort as much as he’d say he wanted to. Not that I blame him; it’s not like navigating open relationships is the easiest thing to do!
