Nine years
It was a day for some reflection today, on a few things.
I'm going okay with respect to Gran. Some days it's harder than others, when there are some things that remind me of her constantly. I'm guessing when Rick and I take her back to England in October it will be quite emotional. I've reached out to the church where Gordie is buried and they will make all the arrangments. They said that where Gordie is buried is quite overgrown, but they will clear it out before October so we can add Gran. It makes me a little sad that where we bury her will get overgrown and neglected, but it will be in England, where she wanted, and that's the most important thing. Rick has suggested keeping a small portion of her ashes just for me, but I don't think I'll do that. I won't need it.
In every other respect, I've had many reasons to pause to think how lucky I am right now. That the times Rick and I have currently are just how I'd like them to be forever. We're both in good health. We both have good jobs, we have a decent house, and we make enough money that we don't have to worry about keeping the dogs in kibble or being able to pay for indulgences (see: trip to England scheduled for October). Thanks to regular workouts (both with Rick and a personal trainer), I've never been in better shape. Even with flawed lungs, I can do pretty much everything I want to do. I'm a very lucky woman.
All starting around nine years ago. It's somewhat appropriate to discuss because of Ashley Madison being in the news. AM is where Rick and I met. I was just looking for someone who might be nice to me most of the time. Rick was looking for someone that he could connect with in addition to having sex. We both found a whole lot more than that.
When this first broke, Rick said to me, "You don't need to look for me in that database." It's funny, because it hadn't even crossed my mind to check. Of course he would be in the database, from several years ago. I would be too. Both Rick and I used fake names and email addresses when we signed up, but I never had to enter a credit card number because women don't have to pay at such sites. So the only trace of either one of us would be an old credit card from Rick. Of course, Rick was referring to any recent use - that's what didn't even cross my mind.
So, nine years and one week ago, Rick and I met for the first time. Today was the day nine years ago that I went to visit Rick at his apartment, and the rest is history. I don't think nine years ago I could have even imagined where I am today. Fortunately, I still have Tesla and Diablo. I've been married to Rick for over seven years. I have a MBA, and I'm far more successful in my career as a result. I weigh 25 pounds more, but I'm healthier and in much better shape. I'm content, comfortable and happy, and try every day to make sure Rick is too.
What a difference nine years makes!
I'm going okay with respect to Gran. Some days it's harder than others, when there are some things that remind me of her constantly. I'm guessing when Rick and I take her back to England in October it will be quite emotional. I've reached out to the church where Gordie is buried and they will make all the arrangments. They said that where Gordie is buried is quite overgrown, but they will clear it out before October so we can add Gran. It makes me a little sad that where we bury her will get overgrown and neglected, but it will be in England, where she wanted, and that's the most important thing. Rick has suggested keeping a small portion of her ashes just for me, but I don't think I'll do that. I won't need it.
In every other respect, I've had many reasons to pause to think how lucky I am right now. That the times Rick and I have currently are just how I'd like them to be forever. We're both in good health. We both have good jobs, we have a decent house, and we make enough money that we don't have to worry about keeping the dogs in kibble or being able to pay for indulgences (see: trip to England scheduled for October). Thanks to regular workouts (both with Rick and a personal trainer), I've never been in better shape. Even with flawed lungs, I can do pretty much everything I want to do. I'm a very lucky woman.
All starting around nine years ago. It's somewhat appropriate to discuss because of Ashley Madison being in the news. AM is where Rick and I met. I was just looking for someone who might be nice to me most of the time. Rick was looking for someone that he could connect with in addition to having sex. We both found a whole lot more than that.
When this first broke, Rick said to me, "You don't need to look for me in that database." It's funny, because it hadn't even crossed my mind to check. Of course he would be in the database, from several years ago. I would be too. Both Rick and I used fake names and email addresses when we signed up, but I never had to enter a credit card number because women don't have to pay at such sites. So the only trace of either one of us would be an old credit card from Rick. Of course, Rick was referring to any recent use - that's what didn't even cross my mind.
So, nine years and one week ago, Rick and I met for the first time. Today was the day nine years ago that I went to visit Rick at his apartment, and the rest is history. I don't think nine years ago I could have even imagined where I am today. Fortunately, I still have Tesla and Diablo. I've been married to Rick for over seven years. I have a MBA, and I'm far more successful in my career as a result. I weigh 25 pounds more, but I'm healthier and in much better shape. I'm content, comfortable and happy, and try every day to make sure Rick is too.
What a difference nine years makes!