I guess the most important test is whether or not I like my boyfriend. I wholeheartedly do. But in the past, there have always been concerns with the guys I dated. Fights, misunderstandings, communication issues, class issues, money issues. That’s where my friends step in and tell me whether or not they think I’m making the wrong decision. I always thought I was high-maintenance, bad-mannered, temperamental, moody, and that there would always be issues. Issues have plagued all my relationships. Issues early on are not a good thing.
Even more important than my friends’ opinions are my family’s opinions. They have known me–not since high school or college or work or business school but–my whole friggin life. They know me better than I know myself. I think. But I’m trying, I’m getting there.
And today, they all approved. During brunch with my mom, dad, sister, brother-in-law, two kiddie nephews, cousin, her friend, one of my best friends from growing up and his friend, Dean passed with flying colors. He was respectful, jovial, warm, and charming.
I didn’t think I could love him any more. But now I do.