Monday, November 9, 1998
Late again...
Jev and I got to talking again this evening. He told me some about his dad's financial habits.... not very good memories for Jev, I'm afraid... his dad hoardes money like a dragon hoardes gold, and if it wasn't a useful gift, Jev didn't get it at Christmas, growing up.
Because of that, I think he tends to lean the opposite way, spending more than he should, at times. So, he says when we're together, I'll be in charge of our finances. I don't mind... I like to asave a bit of money for the future, but I don't do it to the extreme where we don't get to have things just because we like them, and have a little fun now and then. I hope we can find a nice, happy medium. He spoils me, and gives me things he knows I like, and I want to do the same for him.
After his ramble about his dad and his finances, he tried to get me to talk, and I did a little. But when he tried to nudge me into talking about myself, and my hopes and dreams for the future, he started saying that for a writer, I'm not very good at brainstorming on ideas. That sent me into a downward sprial, thinking on h ow bad I am at communicating, and I could practically feel myself shutting down. I'm sure he didn't mean to say anything to hurt me, but I'm still at a point where any criticism of my saldy laking verbal skills can do me in. *sigh*
I was trying to get started again, and I thought it was working, but he said he was sleepy and ready to say goodnight. So much for getting back on the horse for tonight. It's late, and I need to sleep... g'night... -- Lis
