Type O Negative – “Angry Inch”
My weekend has been filled with me freaking out about homework and Daniel offering to help me sort it all out. Daniel is a saint when it comes to understanding my freakouts about school – he gently reminds me that I just need to get through it, but also offers his help wherever he’s needed and will bring me chocolate if need be.
Before we graduated high school, I had several people admonish me for wanting to stay with him after graduation and through college. One person (a classmate’s mother) told me to forget about it; he would be working, I’d be going to school, we’d be leading two separate lives and neither would understand what the other is going through and it would all end in a big fat mess. I was like, um, thanks? And really, why would you say that to someone? “Your choices are stupid and it will all turn out poorly.” Gee, thanks.
At the time she said that, Daniel and I had already been together for nearly two years (no small feat in high school) and I just knew she was wrong. We may not be perfect, but I knew that neither one of us was so incompetent at communication that it would all go down the drain like she predicted.
I’m actually sort of glad we’re doing different things, as what I’m doing now has been so difficult for the past six (12, 18) months or so that I totally could not offer him the same sort of support in school that he has offered me and it would break my heart. I help him out now in the ways I know how – helping him write a rÃ©sumÃ©, how to compose emails to potential employers, that sort of thing. I do what I can under the circumstances.
Of course there are times when Daniel doesn’t get why I’m freaking out or what a particular assignment means in the long run, or I don’t get his relationship with his manager at work or why they’re allowed to wrench his schedule back and forth with no discernable rhyme or reason, but that doesn’t mean we’re incompatible. I work too; He teaches himself things he’d like to know about coffee and espresso machines and whatever else he’s interested in. We talk.
We may not be leading mirror-image lives, but that doesn’t mean we’re doomed.