I'm no longer in a relationship with a teenager.
I think I can breathe a sigh of relief now. Before when someone asks me how old is the guy I'm with, I was kinda reluctant giving out his age. They always tease me of being a cougar, a pedophile, if given the chance, someone might even call Bantay Bata 163.
I don't have to worry about it now. Not anymore.
We did not break up.
He's turning 20 this Sunday.
Sometimes dating the Kid is kinda stressful. You see he's still in college, and you know what that means: term papers, projects, the whole lot. And being the supportive boyfriend that I am, I help out.
There are times at work I'm so stressed out, I want to go back to school. But sometimes when I help out, I change my mind. College is hard.
Although I like helping him out. We have a similar course in college, and my marketing skill is a bit rusty. So helping out makes me feel great. I'm way outdated in terms of Marketing, but it's nice to have your brain working if only a little.
Sometimes I feel anxious writing about my relationship here in my blog. I don't want to seem like the type of person who's in a relationship only for the first time. I didn't like reading them in others, and I don't want to be that kind of guy.
But then again, I'm learning in this relationship. I'm growing up. And I blog because it's always great to read back on how much I've changed.
So yeah, puke all you want, be bitter, be happy, I don't really care. I like writing about my Kid. And I don't think I'll be stopping anytime soon.
3 months ago