There is this prompt that does the rounds that tells you to blog using the alphabet as your guide. Each letter becomes a blog. I decided that as a challenge, this would be good to get me blogging every day.
L = love
I know this one seems inevitable and probably a little overused, trite and worn. There is a reason for this word today. I have not been reticent about the troubles between R and I of late. The last month has been particularly hard and adding a new puppy and a wedding to the mix has certainly not made things easier.
This is the closest we have come to separation in a number of years. We did, briefly, separate a few years ago. It was brief and it was one of the more traumatic experiences of my life.
We are not monogamous. We both need and desire to have other contact in our lives. This adds a layer of stress because we need to align everyone and remain honest. It also takes away a lot of stress as there is no lying and never any cheating.
All that said and out the way, things have been hard. I love R and he does things for me no man or woman has ever been able to do. We don’t see eye to eye on many topics, in fact in most things we are on opposite ends of the debate, but we respect each others opinions.
I am not an easy person, as much as what I try and delude myself that I am. I have quirks which drive a lot of people crazy. I am reasonable and objective and look for the best in people and often get hurt, but I can be a complete bitch and totally walk away from people and situations and never ever look back.
He is hard work. Set in his ways, grumpy and will not do what he won’t do. He is frustrating, annoying and can simply with a sigh turn my world chaotic. He is also loyal and caring (he makes me take vitamins even if I don’t want to and drives miles just to ensure I don’t break!)
The best and worst of each other … we see each other clearly. I know we have missed cues and hints the last few weeks, and we have hurt each other immeasurably. Still there is love, in its most pure form.
Because this is its pure form … It sees warts and all. It understands that love creates wounds. It understands love is messy. It understands that there are going to be significant lows followed by great heights. It understands that at the base of it all, there is respect, understanding and care.
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