I Can’t Have it Both Ways
I find myself both enjoying love and affection all weekend and yearning for alone time. He generally wants to be with me from Friday afternoon until Sunday morning. We enjoy each other’s company, but sometimes it’s just too much. There is always ambivalence tied to love.
If I want to sit down alone and write, I’m being rude. I can’t take the things I want, then dismiss him. That would make me an asshole. I can and do draw boundaries, though. If there is something happening that I need to do by myself, then I just say so and he is not included.
But Bonnie Raitt sings it better. They are my sentiments exactly: “One Part Be My Lover, One Part Go Away.”