Thanks Giving
We had a quiet Thanksgiving together, some really great food and of course, great company. Just me and Danny and Bobby. It was almost like just another dinner together.
A year ago today is the last time I talked to my parents. I told them I was leaving and they didn't want to hear it. They thought I was just running away like the last time and would be back sooner or later. I didn't have a reason to go back. To what? Them yelling all the time and my dad pushing me around when he thought he could get away with it? I was so sick of that. And I had every reason to go - at least two very good reasons - Danny and Bobby.
I almost called my parents. I picked up the phone but I just couldn't dial the numbers. I don't know what I would say. It's just that it feels like I have unfinished business back home. No, I won't say that. Because that was never a home for me. This is home, where I am now, with Bobby and Danny. I'm so lucky to have them.
This week we've been sleeping with Bobby in the middle. Usually Danny's in the middle, he has been ever since I moved out here after the accident. I'm not sure what that means, exactly - we were protecting Danny because of his leg, and now we're protecting Bobby because the flu shot made him so sick. He's gotten a lot better, though. He even picked up his guitar today, showed me a few chords. I couldn't replicate it, but it was fun for the three of us to be together, talking and laughing in front of the fireplace. It's hard to believe - I have a home with a fireplace. And two amazing husbands. If you'd asked me a couple years ago where I would be now... well, I wouldn't have pictured anything like this. So as you can see, I have a lot to give thanks for. I count my blessings every day.
A year ago today is the last time I talked to my parents. I told them I was leaving and they didn't want to hear it. They thought I was just running away like the last time and would be back sooner or later. I didn't have a reason to go back. To what? Them yelling all the time and my dad pushing me around when he thought he could get away with it? I was so sick of that. And I had every reason to go - at least two very good reasons - Danny and Bobby.
I almost called my parents. I picked up the phone but I just couldn't dial the numbers. I don't know what I would say. It's just that it feels like I have unfinished business back home. No, I won't say that. Because that was never a home for me. This is home, where I am now, with Bobby and Danny. I'm so lucky to have them.
This week we've been sleeping with Bobby in the middle. Usually Danny's in the middle, he has been ever since I moved out here after the accident. I'm not sure what that means, exactly - we were protecting Danny because of his leg, and now we're protecting Bobby because the flu shot made him so sick. He's gotten a lot better, though. He even picked up his guitar today, showed me a few chords. I couldn't replicate it, but it was fun for the three of us to be together, talking and laughing in front of the fireplace. It's hard to believe - I have a home with a fireplace. And two amazing husbands. If you'd asked me a couple years ago where I would be now... well, I wouldn't have pictured anything like this. So as you can see, I have a lot to give thanks for. I count my blessings every day.