Things are good...
...very good. In spite of what some think should be "traumatic" events in my life (mainly, my father's recent passing), life is really good. I have been seeing a man who is very supportive of me in every aspect of my personal growth, and I have felt that I am a positive, contributing partner in his forward growth as well.
I have never introduced anyone else to my son since my disastrous live-in relationship which ended with me getting a restraining order against my "partner". Until now. And it wasn't even my idea. He is the one who suggested he meet my son, suggested we spend time with our boys together (my one who still lives at home, his only child, 16 & 11 respectively). So far, it has worked, and as far as I can see, it will continue to work, as long as we are together. He is the most patient and understanding person I know. When I think of him, I think of an old oak tree, solid and stable, deeply rooted. I have told him this, on numerous occasions.
I don't know how long this will last, and really, I don't think I want to. I am just going to enjoy it for as long as it lasts, and if it ends before I die, then I will appreciate it for the special gift that it is. I feel more ME when I am with him than any other time, and I smile and laugh more, as well. I don't feel I have to try to be something other than who I am to make him like me, he accepts me just as I am. As he has told me, repeatedly, looking deep into my eyes, "I see you". I believe he does.
He sees me, flaws and all, and sees that I am trying. I am trying to be the best person that I know how to be. And for him, for me, and for now, that is enough. It helps that when I am with him, I am inspired to be more, to be better. Because he believes in me, I believe in myself. And I am better for it.
I have never introduced anyone else to my son since my disastrous live-in relationship which ended with me getting a restraining order against my "partner". Until now. And it wasn't even my idea. He is the one who suggested he meet my son, suggested we spend time with our boys together (my one who still lives at home, his only child, 16 & 11 respectively). So far, it has worked, and as far as I can see, it will continue to work, as long as we are together. He is the most patient and understanding person I know. When I think of him, I think of an old oak tree, solid and stable, deeply rooted. I have told him this, on numerous occasions.
I don't know how long this will last, and really, I don't think I want to. I am just going to enjoy it for as long as it lasts, and if it ends before I die, then I will appreciate it for the special gift that it is. I feel more ME when I am with him than any other time, and I smile and laugh more, as well. I don't feel I have to try to be something other than who I am to make him like me, he accepts me just as I am. As he has told me, repeatedly, looking deep into my eyes, "I see you". I believe he does.
He sees me, flaws and all, and sees that I am trying. I am trying to be the best person that I know how to be. And for him, for me, and for now, that is enough. It helps that when I am with him, I am inspired to be more, to be better. Because he believes in me, I believe in myself. And I am better for it.