The road trip gets off to a very shaky start. The bf and I bicker over the fact that I got up too late, we got on the road too late (8am instead of 6:30-7) and that I freak out over his incorrect iPhone GPS directions to the motel. By the time we arrive, we’re barely talking even though we’ve managed to get here by 3:45.
I’m cranky and demand an apology from him berating me all morning. He refuses. After a little bit of time, he concedes and it comes out that he just wants everything to be perfect. He wants to build tons of happy memories on this trip before the onslaught of bad happens when we get home. He wants to me to be happy and excited about this trip because it’s the last one we can take for awhile. All kinda sweet yet morbidly frustrating.
First of all, I tell him, even at my healthiest, I will never be happy and excited about waking up at the crack of dawn for anything. Everyone who knows me knows this and it’s not laziness. My body needs a certain amount of sleep so if you want me to get up at 6, I need to sleep at 10. I need 8 hrs, healthy of not.
Secondly, I told him we are traveling next year. I don’t see why not. I should be done with treatment by March and hell if we aren’t going to Hawaii to elope or Italy for a honeymoon.
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