I woke up feeling like shit this morning.
Slept most of the day until it was time for my appointment.
Eric, of course, offered to bring me soup, kleenex, anything I needed. I didn't feel quite ready for him to see me looking like something the cat dragged in, however...
And then I went to get the cancer removed. I got there early, and with the doctor ahead of schedule, I was done right about the time everybody started sending the Light and Love. Hee!
So, I called Eric. And asked if he was working from home and could I come over? I had a couple of things I needed to tell him. And, hell, I had just beat cancer, so I was feeling somewhat kickass. Even though I still looked like shit.
And I sat down and told him the big scary secrets. Like about the scars that HRT left. And that even though I'm becoming this honest person, I haven't always been so.
But I needed to tell him because I see this going somewhere and I wanted him to know now so that he still has a chance to get out if he chooses.
And after I told him the big scary things, he patted the couch next to him and I came over and snuggled up against him. And he told me to just never lie to him. I can agree to that.
And then I left to go hug the kidlet and I checked my phone.
I'd gotten an email in response to a voicemail I'd left last week.
Because last week, it hit me that I was grateful. I was grateful for his presence in my world when he was in it. That he was as good to me that he could have possibly been. He simply didn't have the capacity to be any better to me. But that didn't mean he ever meant to hurt me. And he was the right person to be in my world at that time. I'm grateful that he didn't sleep with me. I'm grateful that I got to learn about dating and stuff with someone who kept me (mostly) safe.
So, on the day that we might have done that thing together (but it would be raining. LMAO.), I picked up the phone and called. And said those things to his voicemail. Told him not to worry about calling me back. But that I just wanted to thank him.
Then I let it go...
And, actually, kind of forgot that I did it. Because it was so not a big deal. I just expressed my gratitude. It was on him how he decided to take it.
And, apparently, he took it well.
And he wrote me an email to tell me so. And it was lovely.
And then I went and hugged my son and texted a few of my girlfriends who knew those truths and understood what a big deal it is that I told Eric.
And I'm just feeling utterly exhausted and completely loved.
So, even sick and unshowered and doctor's office scented, I'm happy.
I told the big scary things and he hasn't run away.
And the Spree feels soothing on my sore throat.
Thinking of Kelly on her birthday
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