Bling Bling in the ATL

ugh. spent all weekend moving into gecko's apartment. quit my job in 2 weeks. he's going up in 2 weeks to look at condos to purchase in beantown.

and... of course, first thing in the morning, we fight. About the #$^$%^#$%^!@ #$@!#$^$%^&$ %^&#$%@#$%@#%^@#$% wedding and the @#%@#%^#$ %TQ@#$@#$^#%^&$%^ moving plans.

He still doesn't want to set a date for the wedding.

WTF, thought this was argued to death, compromised and settled months ago. We were going to move in together before we were married but after we'd set a date for the wedding.

But no. Long after I thought we had moved on, we are still at the point where , when I say, 'I would feel more comfortable moving in together if we had a date for the wedding,' he gets so mad that he just wants to bail on the whole 'we're in this together' and take care of this himself.

We've both made sacrifices for something that is still, apparently, completely a figment of our mutually exclusive imaginations. WTF.

I hate this fight.

I can't wait to get married, this is going to be awesome.