We’re home, we’re by ourselves, and everything is beyond wonderful. I’ve said these words before, with other women. I’m not going to bother telling y’all how this is different… but in the past I would not have even looked at this woman. Hell, I barely looked at her this time… it is only because she kept looking at me that we’re together.
We have most of the apartment put away. The hippos are still in their box, and my room is a mess, but everything else looks fine. I’m getting a new file cabinet Friday and can get things filed away and put into some semblance of order. Since my room includes my altar, two bookcases, my computer desk, files, and everything else that doesn’t belong in Rhonda’s room, the living room, or the kitchen, that’s a lot of crap to pile into one room.
I’ve said I was happy before. I don’t believe I’ve ever been this comfortable. I’ll shut up since I’m probably repeating myself and it doesn’t matter to anyone but us anyhow.
Hugs,
Me
Of course it matters to someone besides you!!!!!!!!! It matters to those who love you that you are happy. I know I said I was happy for you the last time, but I wasn’t. I knew she was not right, but you didn’t, so I tried to be happy for your sake. I have a good feeling about Rhonda. I would love to meet her, and really get to know her. Your happines feels real, not just a desperate attempt to MAKE yourself happy. The picture I get of you now is not a drowning man desperately clutching at straws, but a happy one comfortably perched on a nice, safe raft, drifting along on calm waters. It is a much nicer picture. I am so very, very happy for you, that you are in a good relationship that is truly comfortable. It matters a lot to me, because YOU matter a lot to me.
Frankie
I’ll second the notion that it matters to someone besides you! Your happiness matters to me! I’m glad that you’ve found someone to be happy… and moreover, COMFORTABLE with. That’s really really important.I should put my Xanga blog up to date… I’m how many days — uh… years… behind in it?Beth