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You end up with a best friend at work who you usually lunch with, etc? We call them "work wives" even when they are guys.
Hee. I don't think it's just your work. Although I don't usually go out to lunch because I'm cheap.
ION, Nilly and ice cream tomorrow.
Lucky!
Sometimes "cute voice" just means, this is our own world that we created and only we are in.
I distinguish between "cute!voice" and "excitedtobewithyou!voice". It's the difference between sharing and taking something.
Lucky!
Tru that.
I really, really didn't mind being single, except on the occasions when it was something that marked me as Clearly Different (like being somewhere with all couples, and me as odd man out). I was good at it. I've always been my own best company.
But being in the right relationship? Nothing and no one else has ever made my soul feel calm. Ever, in 37 years.
None of my (very few) previous relationships were like this.
It was an accident, it was sheer luck, and it was all timing.
All of which sucks rocks to hear when you're the one who's single. Because how the hell are you supposed to know when your timing is right?
Is this a thing elsewhere, or just at my work? You end up with a best friend at work who you usually lunch with, etc? We call them "work wives" even when they are guys.
Def not just your work -- I dislike the work-spouse term, but the relationship is totally familiar.
I dislike the work-spouse term
LOATHE. Because, wow, that has horrible connotations.
It is definitely much more fun to clean the toilet when there is someone to listen to you swear at the toilet brush for splashing you.
wow, that has horrible connotations.
I KNOW. And in so many totally different directions!
Hubby sometimes reverts to wolf and woofs at me. I will woof back, and we can have conversations based on tone of voice. Then we realize we have witnesses who are looking at us funny. Then there's when he's tired or coming out of sedation, and I have to bounce between multiple languages. And then people say we're cute, and we both get bristly.
It was an accident, it was sheer luck, and it was all timing.
Ayup. Damned frustrating life thing.
Hubby sometimes reverts to wolf and woofs at me. I will woof back, and we can have conversations based on tone of voice. Then we realize we have witnesses who are looking at us funny. Then there's when he's tired or coming out of sedation, and I have to bounce between multiple languages. And then people say we're cute, and we both get bristly.
I have a friend, and we can have full conversations with nothing but meowing each other.