Don’t get me wrong. I love Glenn. I really do. Despite the rocky patches, I’m holding onto this and I want a life with him.
I just wish people would stop immediately asking me about him. “Hi Erika, haven’t talked to you in months and don’t know a thing about what’s been happening with your life, you could have died for all I know, how’s Glenn?”
THERE IS MORE TO ME THAN GLENN. Glenn is a very important part of my life, but that’s just it….He’s a PART of my life. There are other parts to me than my relationship. Glenn does not define me as a person.
“So how are you and Glenn doing?” WE’RE FUCKING SWELL. He’s swell. I’m swell. Ask me about work! Ask me about my life plans! Something other than my love life!