There is a very real issue challenging my relationship with my boyfriend and that issue is space.
Not in like that my boyfriend needs his alone time and distance, but more like he wants to go to outer space.
It’s an issue in our relationship because I don’t want him to go to space, but I also live by the rule not to tell your partner what to do.
My boyfriend really wants to go to space and why should I deprive him of that?
However, when I think of him in astronaut regalia being catapulted into the great abyss in a spaceship, it makes me curl up into a ball.
The topic of space makes me resort back into a little girl and ask through tears, “Why boyfriend? Why do you want to go to space?”
Now how is my boyfriend going to space? Well, he’s not. At least not yet.
My boyfriend thinks he’s a good candidate because he has a high IQ and excelled in all areas required to become an astronaut. Both of these statements are true and that is why I’m worried he’s going to space.
He said I should apply too, but I suck at math AND I’M TERRIFIED OF DRIFTING THROUGH NOTHINGNESS.
Seriously, who the f wants to go to space? It’s quite possibly the most dangerous landscape man can traverse. Except for maybe the deep sea. At least there aren’t giant squids in space. Can you imagine? This tiny spaceship traveling through space, then- BAM!- this ginormous squid comes out of nowhere and wraps it’s tentacles around the helpless machine, sloshing it around like a little bitch?
What would you do? If your significant other wanted to go to space would you want them to go? Would you go with them?
DAMN YOU, SPACE!