I'm A Lover Not A Fighter But I'll Fight For What I Love
I met a girl. She was a girl destined for a bright, if unhappy, future.
She went to med school to become a doctor. She travelled the world.
Her mum left this world just as that journey was beginning. She resented that. How could someone leave their own kids alone before they'd grown up? Before she'd really shown them she loved them, been there for them on time.
so, the unhappiness disguised as Bliss began.
I came along. A guardian Angel. I don't allow that. The illusion. I break it with all my might, being screamed at, kicked out of bed, cast out to find work and then invited back to volunteer.
my life was not fun in those times. Nor was hers.
But we built a foundation of respect. of truth. We learnt the very hardest way that commitment means when there's a problem, you truly want to work WITH the other person to find a way forward that works for both of you individually and together.
She hated me for a while for some of the things I did. pushing too hard cycling so she resented going with me. crossing the loyalty line to get the cat out of the bag and fix deep friendships.
It's not an easy Road. I've wanted to die at times, as has she. We've hated a lot of it. But underneath is love. learning, and love.
At the airport tonight as she was flying back we made a pact, kind of. We've had enough of testing each others faith in love. Time for phase 2. enjoying time together. Being grown ups and kids at the same time.
Hard work. Hard times. She had a guardian Angel and now at last she realises how fortunate she is with both her salary, demand for her occupation worldwide and having me.
All I have to do is forgive her last 5 years. Not too much to ask is out Lord? That sickness on my stomach is caused by a kind of self harm escapism: eating foods I'm intolerant of. I do it because of the pain I feel from those times with her.
But now it is very different. She caresses me lovingly and truly knows my worth. We were apart you see. That is when you assess what you have of you're a normal person.
so there is my story.
She went to med school to become a doctor. She travelled the world.
Her mum left this world just as that journey was beginning. She resented that. How could someone leave their own kids alone before they'd grown up? Before she'd really shown them she loved them, been there for them on time.
so, the unhappiness disguised as Bliss began.
I came along. A guardian Angel. I don't allow that. The illusion. I break it with all my might, being screamed at, kicked out of bed, cast out to find work and then invited back to volunteer.
my life was not fun in those times. Nor was hers.
But we built a foundation of respect. of truth. We learnt the very hardest way that commitment means when there's a problem, you truly want to work WITH the other person to find a way forward that works for both of you individually and together.
She hated me for a while for some of the things I did. pushing too hard cycling so she resented going with me. crossing the loyalty line to get the cat out of the bag and fix deep friendships.
It's not an easy Road. I've wanted to die at times, as has she. We've hated a lot of it. But underneath is love. learning, and love.
At the airport tonight as she was flying back we made a pact, kind of. We've had enough of testing each others faith in love. Time for phase 2. enjoying time together. Being grown ups and kids at the same time.
Hard work. Hard times. She had a guardian Angel and now at last she realises how fortunate she is with both her salary, demand for her occupation worldwide and having me.
All I have to do is forgive her last 5 years. Not too much to ask is out Lord? That sickness on my stomach is caused by a kind of self harm escapism: eating foods I'm intolerant of. I do it because of the pain I feel from those times with her.
But now it is very different. She caresses me lovingly and truly knows my worth. We were apart you see. That is when you assess what you have of you're a normal person.
so there is my story.
36-40, M
