Turning points
As I imagined, a lot has changed in my life since I have stopped (momentarily, of course) working. My health has got much better (no more extra-systoles), I sleep more, and I have had a lot of fun so far. But there are also some things I hadn't expected.
The most relevant happened on September 7th. 2007, of course, which is not 07/07/07 but looks a lot like it.
It concerns my "historical" ex, D. We parted definitely 10 years ago (and, yes, it was September, I can remember it clearly, because on September 2nd I was officially declared a professional journalist, and it all ended as soon as I got back from Rome, where I had passed my exam), and since then we have been very good friends, although months can pass before we actually get in touch, by phone or e-mail. My mother has never accepted our separation, probably because D. is he and my father are so much alike (even their birthdays are just one day apart). And recently I had been wondering if he ever thought of getting together again, and I thought how annoying it would be if it was so. The main reason we parted was that he said he wanted children, and I didn't. But, after all this time, it seemed he still was single, and I had been wondering if that reason was actually an alibi for something else. So you can't imagine my happiness when he called me announcing me he's going to have a child! I didn't even know he had a girlfriend... well, a wife, since in the meantime (at the end of August) he got married.
What might seem odd is not just that I was happy for him, out of my good heart, but I was happy for myself! I mean, that WAS a turning point. I couldn't take it as the end of something, since everything had already ended, but I did take it as the beginning of a new chapter in my life. It's not easy to explain, but the fact is, I don't have to worry any more that he might consider getting together again, and at the same time he felt it was important to let me know what was happening to him. He could have just disappeared, but he preferred to call me and tell me. For me, this is the sign that I have a new friend. I mean, a real one, this time. For all this time we hadn't told each other anything about our love lives, it was a sort of taboo. Of course now I feel foolish about it, but at the same time I can't imagine how else I could have behaved. It simply was not possible to talk of it, period.
Now things have changed. And I feel I'm at the beginning of a new life. At 36, it's just about time.
The most relevant happened on September 7th. 2007, of course, which is not 07/07/07 but looks a lot like it.
It concerns my "historical" ex, D. We parted definitely 10 years ago (and, yes, it was September, I can remember it clearly, because on September 2nd I was officially declared a professional journalist, and it all ended as soon as I got back from Rome, where I had passed my exam), and since then we have been very good friends, although months can pass before we actually get in touch, by phone or e-mail. My mother has never accepted our separation, probably because D. is he and my father are so much alike (even their birthdays are just one day apart). And recently I had been wondering if he ever thought of getting together again, and I thought how annoying it would be if it was so. The main reason we parted was that he said he wanted children, and I didn't. But, after all this time, it seemed he still was single, and I had been wondering if that reason was actually an alibi for something else. So you can't imagine my happiness when he called me announcing me he's going to have a child! I didn't even know he had a girlfriend... well, a wife, since in the meantime (at the end of August) he got married.
What might seem odd is not just that I was happy for him, out of my good heart, but I was happy for myself! I mean, that WAS a turning point. I couldn't take it as the end of something, since everything had already ended, but I did take it as the beginning of a new chapter in my life. It's not easy to explain, but the fact is, I don't have to worry any more that he might consider getting together again, and at the same time he felt it was important to let me know what was happening to him. He could have just disappeared, but he preferred to call me and tell me. For me, this is the sign that I have a new friend. I mean, a real one, this time. For all this time we hadn't told each other anything about our love lives, it was a sort of taboo. Of course now I feel foolish about it, but at the same time I can't imagine how else I could have behaved. It simply was not possible to talk of it, period.
Now things have changed. And I feel I'm at the beginning of a new life. At 36, it's just about time.