How does one save herself from insanity?

She blogs...

So I figured I should get back into this. Though I don't have much to write initially, I usually get into blogging mode when I listen to music. I have a lot of catching up to do, so I guess I'll start with the biggie.

Navy met the family. *gasp* I met his sister *double gasp* and now it seems like his family has taken me in as one of their own. *scream*

This is odd for me in many ways.

For one, I don't like meeting my boyfriend's parents. It gets too serious for me. It makes me think of bigger things like... how our parents would like one another, and how it would be like if we were married (omg the M word).

It's so serious, and so weird at the same time. Navy and I will be celebrating our "1 year" this coming new years. Tonight he and I had dinner, and I felt like I was still in high school. We sat on the same side of the table, held hands, joked around with our food, dressed nice enough to impress each other, and laughed the whole time.

Unlike other relationships navy and I don't really... fight. Don't get me wrong, we've had a few biggies - mainly 3.

1. He broke a promise
2. College
3. His ex girlfriend.

But all in all, we don't fight (ok ok, one time I cried when I told him I was jealous of the hot blonde on his softball team - lets not talk about that embarrassing incident again). Most of those were on the phone due to our sometimes long distance relationship.

I can honestly say that after one year with him I am still as happy, as I was when I first met him (rare), as when I first came back from basic sciences (infatuation should be fading), as when I saw him when I got off the plane from my review courses (infatuation should be gone), as I guess I'll ever be. Tonight at dinner still acted like we were... in love, a rare treat for someone with my track record.

Usually by a year I'm sick of the guy, annoyed by him, or have caught him cheating on me. It's like a curse that I would never make it past a year with any guy I decide to date. I always convinced myself my type was the cheating kind. The ones who usually pursue me enough to make it in, have usually pursued another girl around the time they finally won me.

I've also been taking in the relationships around me and appreciating my own more. My boards study buddy has been dating her boyfriend for almost 2 years now. Her boyfriend is similar to navy. When they argue he wants to walk away and not talk about it. He doesn't resolve things - which leaves their minor disagreements evolving into major issues. Where as I confront navy and force him into resolving the minor conflict immediately, she has let him walk away to the point where now they argue about everything and are in a constant uncomfortable fighting status.

I see their relationship and am so thankful that I have someone I can talk to, that listens to me.

Slowly but surely navy has won. He always told me he'd win me over, that one day it I'd see he was the one for me, that he was patiently waiting for me until that time.

I think I finally realized he's right.

He's not what I thought I'd end up with. As of right now he doesn't have a college degree, is in the navy, and is only full of promises that he'll be something great. But I believe him, and somehow the stubborn me has stepped aside and the supportive me (which is usually only reserved for myself ;) ) is backing him up and pushing him towards his goals.

Isn't that what love is supposed to be?
You push each other? Support each other? Grow stronger together?

So how does one save herself from insanity?
1. She blogs.
2. She surrounds herself with those she loves.
3. She plays with her adorable doggie :)