January 24, 2008 - 11:11 p.m.
Boyfriend saw me cry for the first time tonight. My last class of the day was senior reading, the one where we workshop our final portfolios and prepare them for a public reading. And I ended up with a workshop date far earlier than I'd hoped. I have to turn in my manuscript to be workshopped two weeks from tomorrow. So I'm all kinds of stressed, largely because I'm putting enormous amounts of pressure on myself. I just can't get my head to stop, you know? I've got a whole story to write, one that's been rattling around my head for a month, and two other pieces to revise, not to mention all my other classes. It's only a workshop, so they don't have to be perfect, but still. So it's be a hell of a couple of weeks.
But boyfriend was wonderful about it. He told me it was ok that I started crying, and he handed me tissues and held me and kissed my eyelids until I could breathe and look him in the eye again. And then he just sat next to me all night, listening to "This American Life" on his ipod while I plowed through the last of the stuff I had to do to make time for writing.
He's pretty fantastic.
