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I have written over and over again about how I expect to be alone for the rest of my life.  Being single didn’t mean wild parties and lots of dates with cute guys, but a way of living and being comfortable with myself.  I learned how to be alone over many years, I raised children alone, raised (and spoiled ) dogs alone and took myself out alone to celebratory dinners.  Did I ever feel sorry for myself? No, I always felt secure and self contained, books, dogs, writing – who could need anything more? Sure on occasion I missed the companionship of having another person beside me especially when I came home from visiting cousins and others who are in relationships.

This month is the sixth month I have been with someone special, someone I really want to be with, whose company I enjoy and who makes me feel like life as a couple has the potential for growth not a slow constricting death.  To celebrate our sixth month together we did something really special, we got a parking permit.  Oh yeah, that means we can legally park his car outside my house.  A major milestone in a relationship ‘dontcha’ think?  I always thought milestones were celebrated over wine and dinner but we spent ours getting a parking permit.  Love means being able to legally park outside my house.

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