What if…
Today was a good day – I was busy, I had some random fun texting with him/her, I got work done, I had beer with Ginny, who turned 70 earlier this month. We talked about her next great travelling adventure, and she thinks it may be Australia/New Zealand.
I caught her up on my adventures, though she’s getting the less shocking version – one where he is a guy in an open marriage, which still is outside of the normal dating paradigm. We talked about the dynamic, him, the fun, the difficulty. I told her about my Mum’s fears, that I would end up heartbroken and alone.
“Heartbreak, my dear, you have been through – it’s awful, but if it happens, you can get through anything. Look at what you have overcome! As for the lonely bit, well, there are most definitely worse things than lonely. And I know I am preaching to the choir on that one…
Kiddo, I say enjoy the hell out of this man who clearly tickles you pink – honestly, I can’t remember seeing you this happy! If it doesn’t work out, because his wife is too unhappy or whatever, you will have had these moments. Oh god though… I hope like hell it works out for you!”
We talked about what exactly that looked like, the working out part.
“Well, I think it would be amazing if we could get our families together, if it was just that comfortable, that I could go and visit him, his wife and kids with all of mine. Kind of an extended family thing. It’s pie in the sky dreams at this point, but I’m a positive person… and maybe when she realizes that I don’t want to break her marriage or family, it could be really wonderful.”
I’ll keep you all posted as to what happens. I am feeling hopeful.