I was finally dozing off to sleep last night, after being tortured for hours and hours - literally all day - with the pain and anguish I have been feeling over the loss of my love, my honeyman, my sweet oral eater -
yes, I know I broke up with him, I dumped him!!! So what the fuck does that have to do with anything?
Anyway - a knock came on my bedroom door. "Wake up!" More knocks. "Wake up!" More knocks. I was very grumpy at being disturbed, so got up and opened the door.
My son, Brad, had a beautiful long stemmed pink rose for me and a very mushy card. I read the card - it was something about putting my dreams on hold for his; something about his memories of my laughter; and something more about my being an inspiration for him. I gave him the biggest hug I could. I couldn't say anything about the card - my words just froze in my throat. I read it 3 more times today. Did he pick it cause it was the only one left? Or does he mean any of it at all?
Anyway - it really made my day. I've been feeling so lost and lonely for my love, even though this is the right thing to do, yada yada yada,
who really gives a flying fuck, anyway? it just helped a lot.