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𝟑𝟓... 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐬
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It's no secret that I have a controlling personality. I like knowing that everything in my life is in balance and that I control whatever is occurring. But ever since Matt entered my life, my tight hold on control has slipped, not only because of the events that have forced me to blindly enter the unknown but also because Matt makes it easier to breathe. I don't feel so worried about what may or may not happen when I'm with him, and the more I let him into my life, the easier I find it to allow him to make decisions that involve me. And if that doesn't show my personal growth, I don't know what does.
But I must admit, despite allowing Matt to make more decisions for both of us and my family, I still keep a close eye on the choices he makes and analyze the outcomes that may follow. I have a hard time taking a back seat after so many years of being the only one driving, and that makes it even harder to believe that Matt managed to pull off what he did.
When the triplets invited my siblings and I to spend Christmas with them in Boston, I let Matt book all of our flights because he said he was collecting Air Miles and that the best Christmas gift I could give him would be the ridiculous number of points he would get from my whole family. I knew that reason was bologna, but I let it slide since I knew it made him happy.
On our flight to Boston, he sent me all our flight information and transferred my siblings and my tickets to my phone. But the day before we left to come home to LA, Matt told me that he wanted to test my ability to sit back and let other people take care of me for once. I immediately laughed and told him to stop being stupid, and he responded by explaining that at the airport the next day, I was not allowed to do anything. That shut me up pretty quickly.
All my siblings had their own tickets at the airport, and I was stuck trailing after Matt like a lost puppy since he had my ticket on his phone. The only thing that made me feel moderately better was that Nick was carrying Chris' because Chris has a habit of losing important things.
Because Matt was micromanaging me at the airport, I didn't notice that we didn't go to our gate until boarding time was almost over. I also didn't realize that he diverted my attention from the screen with our flight attention by showing me a video that his mom sent him of Chandler and Joey, who are flying out tomorrow because Matt said that this flight had reached capacity and didn't have enough space for two big dogs. And I definitely didn't notice that once we were on the plane and he immediately clamped his noise cancelling headphones over my ears, he was preventing me from hearing the flight attendant tell us that our flight to Costa Rica would be approximately eleven and a half hours long.
