I stayed up until almost 1am getting C's laundry done so she had clothes this morning. She forgot to put it in until she was getting ready for bed and I volunteered to stay up for her. As such I did sleep in this morning until almost 7am. Fair enough. When she got to work this morning, they offered her a promotion! Prepared Food Specialist. No more dealing with customers. She gets to work in the kitchen putting together all the foods served in the deli. How ironic that I end up with a partner who seems to be going down a food service career path. Watch, she will end up with her culinary degree before me. Cest la vie. Yes, it comes with a raise (a significant one too) and two weeks of training at their main kitchen. Very proud of her.
We had a good day yesterday. Managed to get a lot done. I got all of my laundry done, we cleaned, we made homemade mounds bars, did yard work, worked down in the basement and got things rearranged down there, planned out the dog trolley in the backyard (had to order drill bits, they will be here today), made a nice tuna for dinner, watched some tv, just a good day where we got shit done. I am happy. Don't get me wrong, the outside world still sucks and I hate people. But in my little bubble where it really matters, I am okay.
I was thinking about this when I went to bed. It's been 26 months we've been together. Not a long time in the grand scheme of things, I know. Between my three exwives, I was with them for nearly 30 years of my life. So a little over 2 isn't much. BUT how I *feel* after two is very different than how I have felt ever before. When I got into bed last night, I immediately made sure I was touching her. I look forward to her coming home. I still crave her. I still enjoy her company. I want nothing more than to spend time in the same room with her. Took me most of my life, but I finally found what I needed to be whole.
So for all that, I am happy.
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