Happy New Year!
I made it back yesterday although it hurt with every step. Al had the wonderful idea to check my bag through so I wouldn’t have to manage it through changing planes, etc and so I only had to lift it off the conveyer. Thank you Jesus because that was hard enough. I feel much better from all of the bumps and bruises acquired in the fall last week except for my lower back. I have a feeling I am going to need a chiropractor. I’ve never been before. We had a great and romantic New Years Eve dinner at a beautiful restaurant. We were seated by a fire place and drank wine and ate beautiful expensive food while making goo goo eyes at each other. He said things like, “I pledge my heart to you.”
And I said things like, “Me too!”
because I’m a big giant loser but I was a total girl puddle inside.
Then we went back to his apartment and he helped me get situated on my cushions, I took muscle relaxers and we went to sleep with him holding my hand. My injury really harshed my groove people. We got up early early and headed for the airport both sad. He had bought me some heat wraps which majorly helped me manage the travel.
Again I reiterate, this man is an excellent nurse and very nearly perfect.
I still can’t believe he slept on the floor next to me.
He is showing me how much he cares for me.
Stan the Man
Who knew I was injured and had spent the week in pain; he was aware that I still wasn’t good and had expressed appropriate concern on the phone for my well being. He asked if I needed him to help with the kids when I got back. I said no, I missed them so badly and needed them to myself.
BUT OH MY GOD THE HOUSE.
First of all, he never took the garbage out from Christmas. The garbage man has come 2x since I’ve been gone and he didn’t manage to get rid of one box or piece of wrapping paper. It was all just like I left it when I limped out with a head bleed, sore ass and twisted back.
There is a huge mess and I can’t bend over without back spasms.
I can tell you what he did though because of the trail of garbage. He sat on the sofa, drank beer, scratched his balls (I just know) and cooked big meals. Per kids, they had the girlfriend over for dinner several times. (Girlfriend talk tomorrow).
The dishes are still in the sink.
He made a roast pork, scalloped potatoes, a homemade chocolate pecan pie with
homemade caramel sauce and real whipped cream.
Somebody needs to tell GF that dating Stanley will make you fat.
I could show her my before and afters.
I have a dear friend that had a theory about men when we were still dating in our early thirties. She said that they were all flawed (aren’t we all) and that we had to accept them for their gifts. Sometimes they only had one…….. (Stanley has a few but his cooking is up there. There was one guy I dated that had no discernible gifts other than his ability to make good mix tapes)…… but if their gifts tallied up then they could be considered for a long term mate.
Stanley can cook and his heart is in the right place with the kids.
That is about all I can think of right now.
Al has those PLUS everything else.
He wouldn’t let me lift a finger, kept my ice bag frozen and my moist heat hot.
Stanley kissed my cheek when he left and I had another one of those moments of sadness, like, if only we had been able to stay together/did I do the right thing moments.
Hell yes, I did the right thing. The more mess I discovered the more I know I did the right thing. He cares so little about me that he left this shit for me knowing I can’t clean it nor deal with it. His gifts do not include making life easier for the people he loves. Wonder if the GF noticed the mess or if she was too enraptured with the caramel sauce.
Al wins again.
I’ve had a muscle relaxer so please excuse misspellings. Now I need to fashion some sort of
grabber thingy and start to work on this place. Sticks and duct tape?