In The End, It All Works Out

What happened this weekend?  J and I seemed to fight all weekend, and every time we were supposed to head to the beach, it never happened.  Instead we ran errands for him ALL weekend (which is totally fine because I know he does not have time during the week, I just wish I would have realized that before I got too excited about finally going to the beach).  I happened to be in an amazing mood all weekend as well.  I started it off by going to DH’s show – fantastic.  I then was supposed to pick up J from the train, but it was delayed by two hours… I still was in a great mood.  I went to pick up J from the train station when he was supposed to arrive, he arrived 45 minutes later than what he was supposed to, I was STILL in a good mood.

Saturday morning we went to check out a jeep, wasted at least an hour (close to two) and then we left, J in a bad mood again.  So, instead of heading to the beach, we headed back to my apartment where J took a four hour nap while I went on a walk.  WTF? We only have the weekend together and so far, nothing but unhappiness?  Yet, I am STILL in a good mood (nothing will break this – I do not think I have experienced this type of good mood, ever… and I am not even sure why or how or what is different).  After my walk, I do a little work, then J wakes up and is starving (of course, he skipped lunch).  The good girlfriend that I am, made him dinner (simple chicken spaghetti with a salad).  We were supposed to head to a movie, but instead we both went on a walk and by the time we got back, all I wanted to do was watch a movie and snuggle on the couch, so we did (finally something I wanted to do).

Today (Sunday) was another bad mood day for J… urgh.  He woke up in a bad mood… I made him breakfast (oatmeal with walnuts and brown sugar) and we were going to head to dance class (Ms. Hayes), but then he had several things he needed to do before heading home, so we had to sadly skip it.  The good news is I thought we were going to be able to go to the beach, after we ran a few of his errands.  We head to Home Depot, they do not have what he needs, we head Do-It Yourself Hardware, and they have everything but one item that he needs.  By the time we leave Do-It Yourself, it is around 2pm and the beach is at least 30-45 minutes away (and then back) and he has to be at the train a little after 4pm, so no time for the beach now… and no time for anymore errands (well, not to look at jeeps anyways).  Now I am in a bad mood… urgh.  We head to the mall after a nice little argument.

We do not even walk together, I head in Anchor Blue since it is having a closing sale, while he keeps walking, not even knowing I stopped (but that’s what he gets for walking 10 feet in front of me).  He texts me to tell me he’s “having a blast” and then I text him back, very upset, because again, this whole weekend he has blamed me for his unhappiness.  He tries to smile at me to let me know that he is starting to feel bad, but I just ignore it and head into Forever 21 (I still have my gift card from Jenny and want to find a cute summer dress).  I come back out, he’s gone… I text him to find out where he might be… nothing, so after talking to Christine, I start to head to my car, figuring I will just wait there till he’s done shopping (or whatever it is he is doing).  He finally texts me back, Sports Chalet.  I head down there, and once I get in the store, he give me a kiss on my forehead and wants to hold my hand (wtf, where is this coming from). 

We head back to the apartment with about an hour to waste before I have to drop him off at the train station.  By now, I am tired of him blaming me for his unhappiness weekend after weekend (although I know that he has a hard time adjusting to being a Navy Seal, then being with me, whether he’ll admit that or not, which eventually he always does anyways).  We talk, I tell him he should just take his stuff with him back to San Diego, because our relationship is obviously not working for him (even though I love him with all my heart).  He does not believe I am telling him to take his stuff, but he admits he is unhappy.  I tell him how upset I am and how it is not fair to go on like this, so he tells me what he is thinking “The only thing I am thinking about is which guy that you have been talking to me about will you start dating next to get over me.”  WHAT???  Are you kidding??? That’s what you are thinking about right now??? I am spilling my heart out and all you can think about is who will I date next to get over you?? WOW.  I tell him that I am ready to take him to the train now (still with an hour before the train picks him up, a half hour before we were going to leave).  He then comes over to me, gives me a hug and I break down.  We talk through it and then it is time for me to take him to the train.  Everything is okay again (it always works out).

On another note, the Producer of The Taken called me to tell me that she had worked something out with an ADR specialist in Los Angles, for me to record my ADR for the film, which premieres this August in Seattle (it was all over Fangoria magazine www.whoarethetaken.com).  I have, what I think is the best part in the whole film – I open it, and then... I die.  The good news (besides they found an ADR specialist in LA) is they also moved back the premiere to August 23^rd (ish), instead of August 8^th.  If it were August 8^th, that is when J is supposed to finish up with his hell week and will need me in San Diego to take care of him for the three days that he is in the hell week induced coma.

Everything always happens for a reason, and everything always seems to workout for the best…