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breaking point, Creative Writing, drive, fall colours, fatigue, Georgian Bay, headaches, love, love is, my love story, pictures, Writing
Since my Thanksgiving post I have sat staring at a blank screen uncertain of what to write.
The way things were going last week I was almost at my breaking point and that point came on Saturday morning. I finally had the courage to say “Beat it”! That made me feel better but I suffered ALL weekend long with a headache from hell but it was a much quieter weekend without the nastiness.
Amid that HFH I did manage to get into the truck and we took a drive up around the southern point of Georgian Bay so I could take pictures of the turning leaves. I managed to keep the pain down with a fistful of medication and enjoyed most of the day. The drive home was probably the worst part of it as hell reared its ugly head for yet another pass.
I haven’t fully recovered from the torrent that led to that breaking point. The constant finger-pointing has cut deep. The way I was spoken to, the repetitive nature of it all of made me become repetitive.
Love is not enough to hold a relationship together. Love is being together. Love is spending time together doing things with the other person. Love is talking about anything and not getting upset with what the other person tells you. Love is sharing and caring. Love is sweet embraces. Love is enjoying the same things but accepting what the other person enjoys that you may not because, after all, we’re all different.
I already knew that because of the beautiful gift I was given for 17 years. Yes, there were some extreme exceptions to that because of our limited time together but we still shared all those things.
But now I’m seeing it on a different level. Now I get to see it from a person who isn’t needing to hide me. I have met some of his friends and some of his family. We have been out for meals, Oktoberfest, to a party and I assume there’s more to come. So far it’s quite similar to the characters I have written about for years in my novels.
Lastly, I can now say that my mom knows. We were having a very emotional heart-to-heart last night and it came tumbling out. In the end she’s glad that I’m having fun and getting out of the house. My daughter feels the same way. Reaction-wise, I couldn’t have asked for anything more. Yes, there are still a few hurdles to jump but I think with the number of people who are rooting for me, the remaining people will be easy.
Yes, there will be people who will only see his silver hair and disagree with my choice but that’s it… it’s my choice and it’s a gift I have been given from above…
Here are some of the pictures from Sunday…
