Behold, my barstools

One of the reasons I ended up on an unexpected blogging break was because I didn't know how to handle my relationship with Boyfriend on the blog. With the increasing number of posts in which Boyfriend began appearing, I found myself dissatisfied to share this space--which is so personal to me--with someone else.

I've always been fiercely independent to the point of proud, and boys on my blog served as nicknamed guest appearances used to further points of humor in my life. There was The Douchebag and Whats-His-Face, for instance. Other longer-term contenders earned original names such as Guy and The Boy.

This is one of my favorite posts of all time, and it does a perfect job of exemplifying my single situation. I refused to purchase duplicate furniture should someone need it some day. "I'm not living under the presumption that there will be someone else," I wrote.

So what's been happening is that someone else has been sharing my TV tray for the last four months. When we ate together in my old apartment, we would place both our dinners on my tray and sandwich our drinks between our knees. To give him credit, Boyfriend never complained.

A couple of weeks ago, I returned home from Wal-Mart and proudly showed my purchase to Boyfriend. He was pretty dismissive about it and I understood; he has yet to see the wonders that is my blog and subsequently he didn't know the significance of it, but I came home with a second TV tray. The cellophane-wrapped convenience for him was actually a Look! I'm making room in my life for you!

And on Sunday, when my father showed me a matching barstool he had for my one and asked if I would like to have it, I said yes. I now have two barstools.

I am making room in my life for someone else, so it's only natural that he is going to show up in places like my blog. Ugh, the fact that I even have to have these talks with myself... it scares me at times.