Okay, getting serious on this. The first phone call I refuse to answer is the hardest. I know inside when it doesn't feel right, and no one's opinion will change it. I've found that when I'm at this point, it's done, and to prolong it would eventually result in whatever outcome I was expecting anyway.

If that's where you're at, you know where it really is already, and need to trust that feeling. Then again, and if I'm reading you right, he's already selling his stuff to move in with you? It may only be nervousness over a step that big. It would be best to listen to the twinges of doubt inside of you about any big decisions, and to trust them. That's the last vestige of sanity creeping in to warn you before you make a mistake you'll regret later.





Love is very real, but often infatuation is often confused with love. Infatuation and love can exist in the same relationship, but if there's no meat on the bones, it becomes obvious very quickly. If you're very fortunate, both exist. You see that sort of thing when you see an old couple exhibiting PDA, and how they are very attentive of each other in public places.

Whatever you do, take your time and think it though. Write about it. Talk to your friends about what's going on in your head, and possibly as a courtesy, let him know that you need the time to breathe and work things out in your mind. If he can't handle that, he may well help you finalize your decision by pushing it.

i couldnt even go 24 hours....Im addicted i swear I am. and your right, im scared and nervous...of making a mistake...that love will never ever work.

thank you for listening joe, i was talking on the phone with a friend last night and she calmed me down and made me think.

The mood, the music, the time, the place...

and a damn fine booty!

Take
1 part; loneliness
2 parts; stupidity
1 part; caring
add a dash of the following;
misplaced trust
infamiliarity
alcohol

Toss vigorously

Dump onto plate and garnish with a restraining order.

Awwww! That's sad, Kenny...but in many cases, true...

a girl with a terminal illness who has lots of money and me in her will...be seeing you

what made me fall in love was the way he made me feel inside...the look he gave me and my stomach doing a flip flop...the way he wanted/needed me...GOD I LOVED HIM SOOOO MUCH

You don't fall in love.
You find a seed of potential love, then nurture and grow it, and hope it becomes something strong, beautiful and worthwhile.

If it turns out ugly, you may choose to kill it, if it turns out weak, it may die, if it turns out unmanageable, you may throw it away, then go out and look for another seed you can plant.

Even though the seed itself factors in how that love will grow, in the end, how you nurture it (or neglect it), will determine how it turns out.

I'm no poet, or romantic, but that's the way I see it...

I agree whole heartedly

Yes! I win!

Fear is normal, up to the point that it controls you. It's perfectly normal, even in live-in situations to request breathing room to sort things out. You have a right to be concerned for yourself and for your child's well-being. Butterflies in your stomach are also normal, because living together is just one step behind putting the golden handcuffs on.




If that friend was tina, I'm guessing you got some really good advice. Mostly, when people spin out like you did last night, I provide a little advice, "In two words or less.. RE LAX". Inhale, exhale, no grabbing sharp objects. between breaths, and do breathe.

Don't forget about power tools neither.