Heading out
I’m about ready to throw the last of the things in the car for my late-weekend trip to Columbia TN to be with my sweetie.
I’m amazed at the lack of flack I’m taking for this relationship. Yes, we’re seemingly perfect for each other. Yes, she has grey hair. But Monday is her 33rd birthday, making her a few years younger than my children. Anyhow, I’m in love, and she did all the chasing. Why a young woman would want to chase me, I have no idea — but she is not eye candy or an arm-dangly-thing, she’s a special woman with special needs (I don’t mean Short Bus) and I appear to fit those needs quite nicely. Are we perfect for each other? No, but we fit together in the area we haven’t found anyone who can fit, the emotional nature. I’ve had prettier women and smarter women (and richer women), but this is the one who takes care of me when I need it, lets me take care of her when she needs it, and the way we care for each other is exactly the way we have always wanted to be cared for.
Defensive? Hell yeah. Always fear. What happens if she gets older and changes? Well, I can only hope she changes with me, but if not, I’ll let her go as gently as she deserves. I hope that never happens, and I’m beginning to believe that hope is real.
Hugs,
Me