This is the fourth and final post in the first series of
posts that starts here.
There will be more on the subject at a later date, but this will be all for now
as there is content you don’t need to know, I don’t want to share, or she doesn’t
want me to write about. For now…
The only thing missing from her marriage was a divorce.
Although she had checked out of the relationship with her husband, they still lived together and he expected
honesty and loyalty from her without reciprocity. He found out by prying into
her phone records and tapping into her Facebook Messenger account. Needless to
say, he was upset, and he took it out on her with a verbal assault.
But this post isn’t about that. The message of this blog is
one of positivity, and even though I have a lot to say about the events and the
ways in which they transpired, I need to focus on the now, and the happiness
that has raveled between us two.
Putting him (the toxic thing) out of our minds, we
resolutely turned our thoughts to each other, because we make us happy. Saying
we is tough in that sentence because at the end of the day, she still had to go
back to a home they both shared. I cannot imagine how tough that was for her,
but she made it through and someday, I hope to share with you how it all went
down.
I watch you pass by
the kitchen window. I want to reach through and kiss you when you smile at me.
You make my light shine even without your presence. Every day I have with you is a
gift and our moments together become more precious as time passes. You are the
most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Tu me tues.
This song.
We continued our coffee daytes. (Microsoft Word dislikes the
word daytes, so it underlines it in red to notify me that I have not spelled a
word properly, but we agreed on that term last night when we spoke on the
phone. It’s like a date, but during the day which works out better for a mother
with two children that works an alternating day/night schedule.) And we talked
on the phone—a lot. I’m not a phone guy, so at first I was worried that I
wouldn’t know what to say, but it came naturally, and we got Bluetooth earpieces
so we could safely talk to each other on our respective rides home, often
talking well into the night. When I’m on the phone with her, it’s not the same
as being next to her, but it helps. I’ve never been short for words, and our
conversation is filled with laughter, love, and levity. Of course, there are
serious moments, too. Aside from a trip out of town for her, we have conversed
over the air waves every day since I got her phone number, and I have never
wanted to put the phone down (except for when I’m at the gym or tired. Or I don’t
have my earpiece because it’s stupid and I lost it. I mean, why the fuck are
those things so small? Why don’t they have like a homing beacon or maybe even a
little bell on it like a cat might have?).
Two months in and she tells me the thing no guy wants to
hear this short distance into a relationship. “Vince, I’m pregnant.”…….
I don’t know where this will all lead. This is just the
beginning of a story of two complex characters coming together in this thing
called life. I do know that I will do everything I can to keep this moving
forward because I like her a lot and the feelings keep escalating every time I
see her, and I’ve been given all of the signs that the feeling is mutual. I
hope to write much more on the subject of us in the future, but for now, I will
go back to blogging on an occasional basis. It’s been fun.
Life. To be continued…
