Many who read this blog are either single or are fighting for their struggling marriage. And one thing I think we can all agree on is that we don’t want […]
Harry once told me that if we were in a fight, all I really had to do to stop the fight was kiss him. He was mad at me last […]
After dating a year and a half I still greet Harry at the door. I still get excited planning meals for him. I still climb onto his lap to my […]
I tried to be like him. I tried not having passion and not being spontaneous with my emotions and actions. I tried following the dance that made sense to him, so that there were no surprises. But I sucked at it. Bad. I disappointed him often. I was always sorry and I didn’t do it on purpose but that was never good enough. I was never good enough.
The problem with social media is the temptation to look is always there and in most cases it is not edifying, helpful, or good for you current relationship. Luckily Harry and I are solid as a rock and Harry finds Slimeball’s posts almost as entertaining as me.
I have a good friend of mine ask me if I thought true love was possible to anyone. And I had to tell him yes.
I’ve been thinking about this topic a lot because I’ve loved before. And while those loves were not perfect…had we stuck it out I think at least one or two of them were not doomed to failure. But every love is different. Some are harder than others.
After the appointment he took me out to shoot some pool. My son went to get my daughter for the weekend and when they showed up we shared some food and laughs and then followed them home. Harry and I sat with our feet in the pool in the backyard sipping wine and talking about lots of things. I have the best conversations with him. They get deep but they also make both of us laugh.
Sitting there in that backyard, staring back at these women with a smile on my face I realized that what Harry needs is not someone to buy into the fear but I was being called upon in that moment to be that true partner I told him I would be. For him and for us. It was battle time and I needed to have his back.
Stale smelling steam billowing up from a man cover; the rumble and squeal of the cars on the subway tracks. Impatient drivers honking at bold pedestrians as they all try […]
I’ve been in New York for a week and my daughter, Harry, an I are having the time of our lives. Walking a lot everyday. I have lots to share […]