Jumping the gun… Maybe…
Ally and I have had some terse emails and a long talk again, and both have agreed we need to talk more. Ally, I feel, is still having trouble accepting and she has indicated that she will never accept until she understands. This sounds very much like another, and I have asked her to accept me as me until she can understand it.
We are still together, though I don’t know how long for. I’m hoping that the latest round of talking will kick off more talking about things and that will lead to a better life for the both of us, together.
Today I (as Matthew) straightened my hair as best I could in the shortest possible time, two goals in my mind. First I want to be able to straighten my hair myself, and second, I want to be able to do it regularly so I can’t be taking 60 minutes or more. I did what I think was a reasonable job within 15 minutes, and whilst my hair was not Michelle straight it was tidy and nice, I was pleased.
Ally was not too happy when I met her, though she did seem to accept it a little more when I pointed out that it was not completely straight and my goal was only to look tidy/good, not to have Michelle’s hair style.
I’m hoping that I can keep it tidier for work over the coming weeks as it’s at that length where left to it’s own devices it’s an unruly mess. Straightened it is manageable for most of the day, and it will make colleagues at work a little happier about me going to see clients.