A Day in the Life of Bette and Tina : May 3

Bette’s Journal.

"But my love is all I have to give"

              Dad’s coming to visit tomorrow. I don’t know how he’s gonna to react when he sees Tina. He thinks no man or woman will ever be good enough for his daughter. Though, I know Tina’s going to prove him wrong. Actually, scratch that, Tina’s great for me, whether my dad approves of her or not. He can’t change the way I feel for this woman. I love her.

              Sometimes, I wonder, though, if I’m good enough for Tina. How does one measure? I tell her that I love her, but is that enough? What is enough? I mean, some days, I’d make her breakfast, but other days I leave the dishes in the sink, dirty. She tells me to take the trash out on Tuesday, but I don’t do it, until Friday. I leave the shower curtain opened when showering, but she’d yell at me for using all the hot water. Hmm. What is enough?

              From the first day that I saw her face, I knew we’d be together for a long time. She got me feeling like a teenager, again, whenever she touches me. Then, there’s that thing she did the other day, where she lets me know in every possible chance she gets that she loves me, and she wants me, only me. We were at the movie theater when a guy approached us, and of course, he proceeded to flirt with her. The first thing the chump said was, "hey, I see that you’re holding on to your aunt’s hand, why don’t you let her go and come to me. I’ll be sure to not let your hand go." Then there was that time in the club, and we were dancing when this woman comes behind Tina and started grinding on her. She handled them, though. She sure did.

               She looks so peaceful, right now. The rain soothes her. And I love waking up to her snores, but she doesn’t believe it though that she snores. Then again, she doesn’t know I have evidence. God, I love this woman! She makes me feel like I’m truly home….. well, I think I’m going to end this, right here, and lounge around with my love for a little while longer, before we have to get up for work. Later.

Bette.