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.