Family Affairs

Last week I met one of T's cousins for the first time. We were introduced and said our hellos and that was that. He seemed like he didn't want to talk, so I didn't push it. After a couple mintues T and his cousin left. I thought it was all cool.

Yesterday T called before I went to work. I asked how his cousin was doing, as well as his other relatives. T was obviously very upset with his cousin and I asked what happened. He said that his cousin asked if he could "hit that" cause I had a big ***(curvy figure) and T began to explain to me how he handled that comment.

Now, I have mixed feelings about this. I'm glad that T handled it and doesn't allow anyone to talk about me that way, even family. But then I don't want relatives to fight and be on bad terms with each other, which I realize isn't always the reality. And I have to wonder did I do anything for that comment to be made. I know thinking logically that doesn't sound right, it really doesn't. No woman deserves, or sparks such a comment from anyone. Yet in my mind that thought always comes up. My years in Jr. and Sr. high I recieved comments like that regularly. I fought with some of the commenters and tried to ignore others, but nothing I did stopped them from commenting. So my thinking became very self-cautious.

I do know that I don't ever want to be alone with his cousin, to which T agreed and at least while he is angry with him I won't see him at all. It took awhile to calm him down over the phone, but we did get to talk about other things before I had to leave for work. I did feel a little better when he said that his little sisters (13 and 5) keep asking when I'm coming over to play with them. We got off the phone and I left for work.

At work, I was really self-cautious. I'm still getting to know the people at work and their personalities. Because I was so self-cautious it got to my work. One of my paitents is a flirter, and he will try his hardest to kiss you. Before yesterday it didn't bother me. Yesterday I forgot which hand was the good hand and he caught my hand to kissed it. Inside my skin crawled, all I could think about was "Let my hand go, let my hand go please, let me go." Once he released my hand I felt silly. He ment no harm, and I was being ridiculous to panic so. The rest of my shift went smoothly and I could get back into the groove of things and relax. One lady kept telling me how beautiful my brown eyes were and how she loved to look at them. I know she tells everyone that, but it helped me to feel pretty again instead of an object. She has beautiful brown eyes too, and when I told her so, her face lit up.

Alls well that ends well...

I wanted to tell T just how much it ment to me that he stood up for me, how much I appreciate it. How that makes me respect and love him even more, if that was possible. Yesterday just didn't seem like the right time. I know to him that way is the "normality of life" but in my experiences its the exception.


Oh and I'm sorry to have to put comment verification on here....but I'm not getting anymore enlargement spam comments...I do appreciate the real comments though.