I worked through a lot of things in this blog, and so I am not going to write here any longer. I’ll leave it up for another year, and then will take it down. I’m going to start a brand-new blog as me. I happily abandon dating, despair, pretending that I can work with women with whom I’m not compatible, and needing self-of-therapist activities nearly everyday. I thank all of my readers and those who stopped by to Like a post. I appreciate everything that you imparted to me over the last two-years. It’s now time for me to write anything that I want to as myself.
I gave her a playlist on a CD, and a pink journal to write her dreams in and also things for our wedding. I had taken what I remember from seeing her through my friend’s FB and then finally meeting her in July of 2012 for the words, and then songs that I listened to during the torturous part of 2013 before we finally got our timing together. Before we left, we made love, and were able to reflect on the holiday season and the time that we had with her sister who surprised the family with a visit. We had an incredible time with her listening to hair rock and playing Super Nintendo’s Super Mario World. It was a retro fest of love.
Her sister drove home on Friday–which takes about 11-12 hours, and afterward we cleaned out our pantry after I had brought my dog back from the dog park. We had to drive back to her kick-ass apartment and pack it. Her mother and her mother’s boyfriend are in GA and left their SUV, so we were able to basically get everything down to our house. I don’t think that there is much left, and we hung some shelving and got things into the pantry. It was a really busy day before we left to get engaged.
We drove two-and-a-half hours, and then soaked in springs until night fall. The first night was cloudy, but it was very nice. The stars were phenomenal the second night. We took a small hike today. I love her. I love being engaged. I love starting my life on stable ground.
We’ll be making them winter through the spring, I would imagine. I’m excited to sleep with her every night and not just for physical reasons, but because I wake up a lot earlier when she is not here because I wonder what she’s doing. It is nice that we both sleep well next to each other given our level of trust that we have for each other.
I had a long day yesterday. I wasn’t done with work until 6 and then I had to drive to our church because my son had to learn his percussion part for the Christmas services. The woman with whom I had that emotional affair was there and she looked tired given that she is going through a brutal divorce. At the end of the night, I hugged her super tight and told her that I was sorry. I’m not sure that she has been held like that. It made me think that my partner and I have something really special. We hold each other tight all the time, and I don’t think that is something that everyone gets.
Apparently, the woman who my partner had half-heartedly tried to date exclusively who she met when she was ending her relationship called her last night too. I was thinking that it was probably around the time that I had hugged the woman at church. She told me that she would have to call me back when I called her because this woman was really sick. When I say that it’s not because she is having surgery, but it’s because she has a condition that is degenerative. While that is really too bad, I was fuming. I don’t want her calling my partner because she had every chance in the world to treat her right and was awful.
I told my partner that it was a weird boundary and was gamey. I asked her to text her that I needed her tonight and that she should reach out to her friends. I guess that she had told her that the news was so awful that she wanted to tell her instead, because they “weren’t in each other’s lives anymore.” Whatever. You had your chance, and you were a shit who wanted side relationships, so there you are. You got nothing. And honestly, it’s because your foundation was nothing but some open stuff that my partner needed to get space between her and her serious girlfriend–who also called her last night.
I remember nights that I’ve had like this one. You know when your exes would come out of the woodworks and try to connect with you, and typically it was when I was either dating someone new or having some shifts within myself that propelled me toward wake-ups within myself. I think that when you’ve been physically intimate with someone more than once, you have a collective of energy between you that can result in universal shifts when you are having new experiences. That is an adjustment as well.
Here is what I took away that was new:
- We honestly don’t fight
- My partner is the nicest person who I know
- She has fewer exes than me because girls would never want to let her go
- I’m looking forward to learning how to encourage her to make this relationship work for her
- Timing does it’s own thing and you cannot wield it directionally
I only have three-days of work left and then I go on a fairly long vacation. It will be nice, given the disruptions to my doctoral process, and because I’m adjusting to my new life. I’m thinking about how grateful I am again this morning, because I have begun my life with a woman who simply fits into mine by just moving into it. She doesn’t ask me to defend the way that I do things, but gently comes forward and is accommodating rhythms that we had, yet she adds to them. Enhancement and comfort is her way and I love it.
I read over my About page on WordPress and realized that it can’t be reworked. I just need to rewrite it because everything that I’m doing is so new. I have this amazing partner whose pictures still make me say, “My God, she is so hot,” and yet given our intimate connection when we talk, laugh, and make love, I know that I will not ever date again. I’m glad too, because I was really sick of dating.
She’s mine. I can’t believe that, but she is truly mine. (These kind of assertions make me realize that I will never be Buddhist.)
Tomorrow night we will finally get our tree. We didn’t sleep together last night, but of course we talked, and I was able to sleep well this time even without her with me last night. I just sleep better with her there. I never had a solid night of sleep with my ex. I guess one time we slept late–until 8–in my bed, but she was so wound up all the time and also needed the tv on so that she could distract herself into falling asleep. We were just incompatible.
When someone is as gentle as my partner is, you just relax, get warm and sleep. After talking to me, she was able to get me where she can when we are in bed together. I was just warm and drifting off to sleep. I appreciate her way. I’m lucky to bask in her light and love.
I’ve had some funny and non-coincidental things come up in the last week. I’ve experienced some really weird stuff with respect to my doctorate, and I had some account fraud in my checking account. However, it’s funny to me that those things are not really bothering me too much because there is a solidarity that I’ve never experienced as a result of being with my partner. We picked up our rings last night, because we go away to the mountains in a couple of weeks so we can get engaged. I have a surprise for her at the spa, but I’m not going to write about it here, because when she’s not busy, she reads my blog. :)
I was up Thursday fairly early, because I cook for my mental health partner who has a four-month-old every Thursday when we share our office. I was peeling carrots and cutting them up with celery, garlic, and onions and I got a picture from my ex. She had broken her arm severely and had a caterpillar of stitches down the arm. It looked awful. We texted back and forth a little bit and the timing of them had a funny moment. She asked about the artist and I said, “OMG, no. She’s a nice person, but not for me,” and she responded, “Women can’t live with them, can’t kill them.” Then I followed up my text having not read hers yet and told her about my upcoming engagement. She wants to meet her. I will not drive up there, and I wouldn’t invite her down here, so unless we run into each other, it’s not going to happen. So odd.
I guess that one of my friends is right. She can’t stand an unfavorable impression from anyone. I just think that she exercised a lot of her rage and discomfort with the way of things that did not sit well with her, toward me. Although I have called her the queen of displacement and projection, I don’t have anything that lingers in terms of a reaction. It was a past, and I still learned four good things from her given our dating. That’s it. But, I don’t desire a friendship in the slightest. We are just cool.
I saw the artist’s second son last Saturday. He is a such a neat kid. It was wonderful to connect with him and his father who is married to another friend of mine. My son asked about her younger boys yesterday. I may shoot her an email and invite them to his birthday party at the end of next month. I’m not going to make a definite decision about that though until well after the holidays. She and I just don’t work and are in different places. I think that I confused timing with the right friend. It was timing with this friend who is cooking veggies and eggs right now.
Death of things is not final. After the coffin is closed, there is life around because of the mark of others. I’m grateful for closed doors and the green and new of my journey.
My Dad moved us all the time. I went to five elementary schools. I think that there were a total of 13 different rentals that we lived in prior to buying our house, and in a universal sick thing, my brother was killed after we had lived in the house that was bought just a bit over a year. I think that everyone’s childhood is a bit messed up, so I don’t think that I have the corner market, but I sure have changed now that I’m middle aged.
My son asked me last night how many years I have left, and having seen a Vedic Astrologer in 2008, I just told him that number and then I realized that I have fewer left than I’ve had. I have changed the basic structure of my personality too, which certainly gives me pause. I’ve also become less dominant in general.
I had to make new friends all the time. So, I talked to everyone, but I also listened. I developed the persona that I could talk to anyone, and I did. I think that this particular trait came in handy especially when I was selling software or CDs. (I loved that job at the record store.) I participated in class, I did forensics, I sought some leadership positions, and in college, I realized that I was only a mediocre actor, so I began *attending* the theater instead of trying out. I figured, at the time, that was my litmus test. I was truly an extrovert, because I wasn’t a good actor. It was interesting to me that contrary to most popular beliefs, actors are introverted.
I was talking with my partner last weekend after I did the announcements at church. I stumbled a bit in the earlier morning service and found the crowded 11:00 am service much easier. She figured it was practice effects, and I told her that while that was true, much of it was crowd size. Larger group, easier for me to feel less pressure and intimacy.
So, that’s it. I was terrified of deep intimacy and being isolated. I moved to a minuscule town in the midwest for my first grad degree and if I didn’t teach that day and participate in class, I heard no human voice, as those were the days of calling cards and land lines for long distance. I got much better at being alone, and then I got really good at being alone when I booted out my ex-husband, had my coming out affair, and many friends stopped interacting with me. These days, I talk to a new person if I have to, but mostly I work. On nights like last night, I miss the lanky swell of my partner’s body in our bed. I can connect deeply, openly, and honestly with her. But, that’s about all that I want, because I don’t want an entourage, but seek things that help my family be solid and happy.
I feel like I want to write today about things that I’m thankful for because I have been riding this crest of being happy and doing my own thing for some time, but now I’m going to get married next fall. That is something to be truly grateful for being able to do.
We had Thanksgiving with my parents and my son only at our house last Sunday. With as busy as I am at work, weeks just fly by, which makes it really hard given that I’m in school, but I can get all my paperwork done because I finally have a deadline. We had an easy Thanksgiving for the most part, with my father only acting pissy once, because I had him carve while I got Brussels Sprouts, heirloom (purple) sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, and stuffing out. I think that he wanted just to show up. Oh well. It was really easy though, and that is just like our (my partner and I) relationship.
My cousin hosted Thanksgiving the weekend before with her kids, her boyfriend’s two, and my son had an incredible time. I loved the way that my partner just fit into my family and how much they love her. The long weekend was just a bit too much running around and social for me, but I got through it.
I spent the actual Thanksgiving Day with her family and their friends, and I think that it went well. I get the impression that her uncle and some of the other family members are seeing if I’m going to stick around. Well, first of all, I’m tenacious and hard working, and second of all, I was incredibly attracted to her from the minute that I met her, and it just got worse and worse throughout the spring. I simply love the guy who married her first cousin, and I’d like to do some cycling with him. I don’t fall off anymore and understand my gears :) Maybe if I hang out with him at intervals, her family will see that I’m here to stay and waited for my chance with her. I’m so glad we waited to voice it when she was single though, as it is not sullied by anything and is pure.