Do simple relationships exist?

Lately, I've found myself pondering this question and I can't seem to find a single example of a "simple" relationship in my own life at all. Sure, I have several what I would call "low maintenance" relationships, but no simple relationships. For example, my friend Kate and I have a very low maintenance relationship. We don't have to call each other everyday, nor do we feel like we have to check in all the time to make sure that we are "all good"; rather, we just pick up the phone to talk when we feel the need, which tends to be several times per week. However, especially given the recent loss of a mutually very close and important friend, I have come to realize that my relationship with Kate is by no means simple. There are many complexities and quirks to our friendship that I can't always seem to put words to.


I guess my main reason for posing this question is out of frustration with my current, and hopefully last, boyfriend. Now, for some reason he seems to think that he's Justin Timberlake or something and is adament about not having me publish his name on the internet. Thus, the artist formerly knows as &^%%* will now be known solely as Boyfriend. Anyway, Boyfriend seems to have a complete inability for making my life easy or simple. Yes, he makes me happy, but not on purpose. His constant state of tunnel vision is making me completely crazy. Here I am, after years of being single, finally feeling like I have control over my issues with men, and then the universe hands me this guy.


I suppose I'm making him out to seem like God's curse upon the single girl, so I should probably clarify a few things. Boyfriend is probably one of the most honest, good-natured person I know. He says exactly what's on his mind, so there's no confusion about what he's thinking at a given time (although some things he should learn to keep to himself. I don't need to know about his gas problems.) However, I feel like there's an endless amount of noise and confusion in our relationship, which is totally his fault. I feel like he makes me be mad at him. And it's sooooo hard to be mad at him most of the time because he just seems so relationship retarded that you can't help but feel sorry for the kid. Which is even more infuriating.Tonight he really seemed to understand his crappyness a bit more than ever. But still, I feel like I may puke and die if he does not get his shit together.