Anyway, the fiance asked me yesterday if I minded if he went on an overnight fishing trip with his buddy (who is also our neighbor) this Friday night. I'm totally ok with it as long as he doesn't go out there and drink, which he promised he wouldn't drink liquor, just a couple beers - and I'm ok with that.
Typing this out makes this all seem so trivial, but that's what I need. I'd rather look crazy here hiding behind the keyboard than to people I see every day, none of my friends would understand my irrational thoughts LOL
..... I guess I'm more baffled because he wants to stay out there all night and will truly enjoy every minute of sitting on the bank of the lake all night getting eaten up by mosquitos. It's just weird to me. At the same time, I'm not gung ho fisherman like he and his buddy are (think Jeremy Wade and river monsters). They brought home about 6 catfish this past Friday night and figured they'd get twice as many if they sat out there all night.
I guess it boils down to - we enjoy different things, which is absolutely normal.....
.....and my "rational" slowy returns


