February 8. Day 223.
Speaking of animals, I had a fun write-up, coincidentally on a similar topic as yesterday, but I'm not really feeling up to it. Basically, I thought there was a wild animal trapped in the garage since I heard a squealing sound coming from here. I called the animal control emergency hot line for help and the woman who I probably woke up told me to open the door myself. I asked if I should be worried about rabies or whatever, and she breezily said no. I did, nothing was there. It was just a tortured bird, flying around my house and squawking.
UPDATE:
I asked my grandmother for advice tonight, and she echoed what Anonymous wrote, below. Compromise -- that's what negotiation is about, no? However, I have decided to take down the rest of this post, which was about the developing pet saga. I just don't want this blog to become a venue for dishing about my personal life. That has nothing to do with the purpose of this project.
Onward! To discussions about finances, careers, experiences, and other negotiable, obtainable and askable benefits...
It might help to think of a situation where you put yourself in his shoes. Say he wanted you to live with I dunno, Ann Coulter, or whoever you truly despise. Would that be a dealbreaker for you? Would it be fair of him to say, "I absolutely cannot have a relationship with someone who doesn't want me to live with Ann Coulter," if that's what he really wants?
ReplyDeleteRelationships are about compromise, I have to remind myself of this all the time. Is having a cat something you cannot live without to be happy? Moreso than a boyfriend who fulfills whatever amount of needs? Would it be different if he were deathly allergic to cats? I can't help thinking about the stepmom in Juno here...
I know I wouldn't give up my cat for a man. But that's just me. I have to admit that I wonder about anyone who doesn't like animals. Either way, I hope you feel better soon.