Decisions

Decisions. The large ones that have shaped my life so far, have always come easy. The exception is when the decisions involve the men in my life. My decisions about which college, the three degrees, the house, the car, the job were all easy ones. I took risks, which are still paying off and will continue to for the rest of my life. With all of this self assurance, why the fuck is it so hard to make decisions involving the men?

Eight years ago, when choosing to date the Big X, I didn't make the connection, but now know he is much like my dad, simple in thought and in action. The Big X is a strong person who has defined who and what he is. He is firm, laid out and set in his ways. I am unable to manipulate him in any way. The Big X never wavers, never budges. I can't get him to do anything that he doesn't want to, even it is for me.

What I hate about him is what I love about him. Does that makes a relationship more powerful or totally fucked up?