Tuesday, September 15, 2015

A question asked

Someone asked me a question today, it really got me thinking.
They asked me what I wanted, I naturally assumed they meant as my next steps in life. So I started spouting off a job, my own place and friends and then they stopped me.
"No, what do you want from another person. What have you been missing, wanting and needing."
It hit me in a strange way, an almost shocking way. I thought about it for a bit before responding.
The want and need for someone that loves me. Good, bad and indifferent. That I can feel safe with, in their arms nothing can reach me but the person holding me. They would wipe away my tears and the sorrow with it.
Someone who would take control, not for the love of dominance but to be my guide and rock. To know I can be safe no matter what because he will protect me. I had always been the one to protect and care for those I was with. I want to know what it feels like to have the same.
I want someone that has as deep of a connection to me as I do them. They can feel me when I am close, they know my next move even if it isn't something I have done before. I crave that sort of connection with someone. Not just saying the same thing at the same time but something deeper.
To know if I were standing in a room full of other women no matter what they may look like, I know I would be the one he would always chose.
Passion, not just in the bedroom but in all of our moments together and some when we are apart. Kissing me as if he had not seen me in months every morning and every evening.
Someone who would argue with me one minute and fall into bed laughing the next. Then great makeup sex just because.
They realize I may like pretty things, but, I amuse easily and a flower picked from the side of the road can bring a tear to my eye quicker than a dozen store bought roses.
Most of all someone that makes me feel stronger as a woman, but knows that I would still find a thrill in making his dinner and rubbing his back because he is what I desire. Not that I feel obligated to do so but a need to do it.
One that knows I am his biggest cheerleader and always by his side and he at mine.

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Separating after 9 years

After over 9 years together in a row, my husband and I are now separating.  No blame will go to either side.  We have both messed up through the years but now we have come to a point where nothing seems to work anymore.

We were together, yet so far apart.  Right now I am terrified, I haven't had a job in 8 years what the heck do I do?  My mother is gone and honestly feel I have no where to turn.  After such a long time I have to find myself again, learn how to work, to make friends and most of all be alone.

I am 37 and starting again. Not knowing if I will sink or swim is scary, but, in a way exciting.  I am going to try to have a job and a place to live within a month.  Let us see what happens.