What I Want From The Man In My Life

Figuring it out as I go

Image by Please Don’t sell My Artwork AS IS from Pixabay

What do I want? Hmm. It’s been so long since I’ve thought about it. I gave up on relationships years ago. Y.E.A.R.S. I had a glorious thing for 7 1/2 years until I didn’t. Nothing enduring before. Nothing at all since. Am I some wounded little bird that needs to be taken in and nurtured back to health?

Uh, nah. I’m good. But thanks.

Well, at least in that respect, anyway. I thought I had been one day-at-a-timing it for the last six years and doing pretty well at it too. Until I turned 55 and my body? It left me a dear Terry letter and said C’YA. That’s what happens when you buy a Yugo on Craigslist I suppose.

But now 11 days post-op I gotta tell ya. I’ve learned some things about myself. I’ll unpack them here. (Okay, good, I can use that phrase and not puke. Good sign.) There have been times, like, oh, yesterday, where I felt like sh*t on a stick and decided I was going to capture that unbelievable moment from When Harry Met Sally.

Split-screen. She’s in her bed at her house, him in his. They’re on the phone together as they’ve watched an entire movie together, giving commentary throughout. Sally asks Harry what will do if he…