so you’re dating a psychic, what’s that like

“She’s what? An intuitive? What’s that? You mean psychic?” The questions come at my boyfriend, and he notices it always draws quite a reaction…. “That’s awesome and I have to talk to her." "I totally think that’s amazing and I believe it.” Or “That must be annoying. Does she know when you’re going to….” He responds now, “It’s useless, really. She doesn’t really tell me anything that is going to happen. I hardly even know she’s psychic. I mean, there’s the occasional time she picks up the phone before it rings. And it’s annoying when she finishes my words before I say them (oops…still gotta work on that). But she just doesn’t tell me much."

Geez. It’s hardly as if I know everything. I really want to be surprised. I just want to know what I really need to know. And I am also just a regular girl. And it makes me mad when he says, “You’re psychic. You should know. What good is it.” He doesn’t say that anymore. Psychic doesn’t mean you know everything. Geez, I’m not omniscient. And I’m not going to go butting into all his business all the time because it’s his life to lead. He really wouldn’t like it if I did. I wonder if I ought to do that, for just a week, just for kicks. As if I could, anyway.
It’s nice knowing that sometimes when I think he’s been a total jerk, he’s actually just dealing with his own fears. And I can see underneath. And love that part. And love him. Of course, sometimes that is confusing. Do I deal with what’s underneath or what’s on top? Who do I talk to? I know I should talk to the real him. But the part on top is quite real, too, and ticking me off at the moment. Breathe. Love. Intimate relationships are the toughest for me. I’ve got so many years of doubting myself in that area and it’s taking a little longer than we’d both like for that to resolve itself. I sure love him.

Wouldn’t it be lovely if one day he says in response to what it’s like dating a psychic, “It’s interesting. Whenever I’m about to say something she doesn’t like and knows I’ll wish I could rescind, she just gives me a kiss and shuts me right up. Lots of kisses. Few fights.”

Hmm….perhaps that a little progress from finishing his words before he says them, but I know I’ve still got a ways to go.