This morning I give thanks for the flexibility and caring my ex-wife shows me and my kids when they ask for some new connection. We've both worked hard to get here. And as we work better together everyone benefits.
That's what we want. Ascendant love. Moving ever higher together. Fearlessly attacking the discord as it arrives unwelcome and unbidden. And we move through it with the other person, knowing they are going to stick around.
And so, I've been girlfriend free since the end of the summer and it's fine. I'd rather not be. But I'd rather be alone that coping with another person's major emotional distress. I don't need drama or high theater.
I'd meet her and kiss her today if she called. But I'm pretty clear now, that she won't. And it would not be the best thing for me either. Heady, but not healthy. Oh love, you fickle bitch.
First dates. Oh boy. They always teach you something. And even if the wine flows, if you stay sharp, you can pick up on signals... or think you can. And…
For the last years of his life, my buddy will do whatever he does as an old dog. I will watch him zigzagging around the back yard and try to remain happy for him rather than sad for him. I will love on him as much as I can. And I'll be aware of how my emotional attachments and complaints are mine alone. He's a dog.
It seems the biggest marker for success is the general outlook of the other person: Happy camper vs. unhappy camper. In my second marriage I thought we had a match, but the stress and change brought on by having kids sort of flipped her mode.
We are programmed to admire the opposite sex. It's part of our DNA. Maybe more for men than women, but "we all look." I was wondering about this a few…