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Fun Sized Future Hero

As a family, we have been blessed with a new baby girl. She is my Great Niece, sleepingwhich still seems strange saying it, but stranger still she is my Twin Brothers first Grandchild.

My Bro and I have grown closer the older we get. His wife passed away almost 2 years ago, so this little lady has been something/one for them all to focus on. He is truly head over heels in love with this little girl. He was always a very hands on Dad, but I have a feeling he’s going to be a very attentive Grandpa as well.

When I look at my Bro, I still see a goofy kid that was a pain in my ass, who loves fast cars, UFC, Smokie And The Bandit Movies and has never met a flavour of ice cream he didn’t like!smokey
These things I remember with fondness but the things that I truly associate with this man now, revolve around the love of his life, his two girls and his new love this beautiful baby.  As a single Dad he never missed a step, he took each blow that came his way and even had the hard conversations, the embarrassing conversations. His children know he loves them unconditionally and that he would gladly take  bullet for them, or kill anyone that would be stupid enough to hurt them.  He works hard, and expects nothing but the same from the folks he surrounds himself with.

Watching this tall, hairy beast of a mountain man singing softly to his Granddaughter would melt the coldest heart. I know he misses his wife, they had been High School sweethearts. She passed leaving behind a 21 year old and a 14 year old. I know as proud as he is to hold his precious Granddaughter his heart his heavy and aching knowing how much his wife would have loved all of this, the build up, the excitement and ultimately the healthy arrival of a new life.

It occurred to me when this brand new little girl comes of age that she hopefully won’t have to face alot of the prejudices, that exist today. Everything from women being paid less for carrying out the same job as their male counterparts to having someone judge her character on which sex she chooses to sleep with.
I find myself chuckling as I type this, my mind racing with the ridiculous things that will be obsolete. The idea of her not having to fulfil the archaic roles that women notoriously have been pushed and moulded into makes me wonder how she will react to me when I share my ‘In My Day’ stories. She’ll be 18 and I’ll be 62. It will no longer matter whom she will chose to love as long as they’re a good person, treat her well and realises my Brother will inflict harm to anyone that causes her heartache.

I struggle to picture these changes. Will we ever have a time where people will just be people. A time when it wont matter about how much money you make or what car you drive. A time where there will not be world hunger, child abuse, starvation, the list goes on and on. I wonder will there still be Pandas, Elephants, Whales, Giraffes living in their natural habitats or will she only hear about these amazing creatures in books and listening to stories?

My youngest Niece is 16 and fiercely defends her family and extended family regardless of topic or choice. I hate that she has to defend me, but makes me proud and humble that she does so willingly. For her she doesn’t have a ‘Gay Aunt’, she simply has an Aunt who will let her away with most things, buys the cool gifts, stand in line over night with her for boy band tickets and an Aunt who will come pick her up whenever she calls, no questions asked or explanation needed.

Now she gets to be the ‘Funtime Aunt’ to this new little life. I watch her cradle her and sing her the latest One Direction songs or explain in depth to her about which one is the better looking and why. I wonder how many late night phone calls she’ll be woken up by, needing a ride home. How many times she’ll be the lender of money?, How many times she’ll roll her eyes while listening to the latest music sensation, or how many cuddles she’ll willingly offer up when needed or just because.

If I have done my job correctly this 3 week old little baby is going to be spoilt, indulged and know that when she feels the world is against her she always has someone that will be her cheer leader in her corner.  I suspect that I will still be called upon for the latest ‘clothes trend’ purchase, but if truth be told I love that at 16 she still wants to come hang out, watch the latest movies and dance along to the latest pop song. I love that she makes sure I have my meds with me while we’re out and even takes me to task when I don’t. She still wants to climb into bed beside me to watch Saturday morning cartoons while she munches through my cereal and spill orange juice on the bed.

superheroMy Great Niece has an amazing Aunt, who is going to be one of her heroes. I know because she’s already one of mine

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TIME MISMANAGED

26 years, 312 months, 8736 days, all units of time gone. We had been together 26 years and almost 2 months when suddenly we weren’t, if this were a cartoon strip at this point there would be a spiked KABOOM!

broken-hourglassI start 2016 as a single woman, I have not been single since I was 16 years old. I never got to be the rebellious teenager, or party too hard with my friends, I wonder what did I miss out on.

Starting to unravel two entangled lives is alot more work than you might at first think. Mortgages, car, animals, possessions, lol, that’s before you factor in the emotional nuclear fallout of being blind-sided by the one person in this world you were sure would never tell you they didn’t love you anymore.

She had decided that living and loving someone with a chronic illness was not what she had signed on for, nor wanted. Suddenly I had gone from being the main breadwinner, the workaholic, the adult almost, even though she was ten years older than I.
I became the one making sure the bills were paid and the details taken care of. She was everything I wanted and I treated her as if she were a precious diamond, making sure she had money, motorbikes, cars, anything she mentioned. It’s what I had watched my Dad do with my Mom. He bought her everything he thought she even might have a fleeting interest in, looking back now I wonder if she would have traded it all for more time with him, to watch a movie, take a walk, eat a meal together.

Please don’t think I am portraying myself as a martyr or that I am completely innocent and am a disabled person whose partner of 26 years just dumped and ran out on. I am as equally responsible as she is in all this. The more time that passes the more I see how how sad I was….., we were. How we were together but only on parallel paths, occasionally crossing the streams to create magical times, experiences, memories, but enevitably resuming our parallel paths of co-existence.

We had a rocky start, with my parents deciding she was a pedophile and taking advantage of their naive brainiac daughter. I was under parental house arrest until 18, when I left home. This was my Birthday present to myself, for us. I had chosen her and our future over my controlling parents and we were fugitives fighting the system, fighting everyone’s negative opinions and fighting to prove we were going to make it and beat the odds as well as living a closeted gay couple, confused yet?

 

When she decided we were no longer a couple, I had known something wasn’t right. The secrecy around her phone, the nights out with her ‘friends’, the wedding parties and events she attended alone, damn even PRIDE was her and her friends while I watched the parade pass without so much as an acknowledgement.
I let these things wash past me, I knew she worked hard every day, I didn’t want her to have to be stuck in the house looking at four walls because I was ill or because she felt trapped. The very least I could do was make sure she had the money she needed to go out, to go on the trips, collect her and make sure she was safe after a night of partying. Taxis are unpredictable, not always safe and expensive, here we can add several other explanations or rationale I applied to these events over an over.

Here we need to backup a little. A little relationship history might help make things clearer. We had been together a little over 7 years. My day revolved around work, home, repeat. At this stage the internet was only free at the weekend, which limited my use of it,  and since I don’t watch tv, I would invariably end up passing out when I got home,  while she made sure she got to watch all her recorded programs. We even joked the tv schedule was like her diary, something she’d have to check before she could commit to any social event……anything really.

I was bored, isolated and living the ‘successful gay couple dream’ but something was missing, as to what that was,  what I had no idea. I enjoyed the internet and with the introduction of chat forums I was able to find myself cutting up with folks from all over the world. Enjoying like minded views, arguing the finer points of the latest geek theory.
We would both be in the living room, she would be glued to her tv shows and I would reach for my headphones and pop in to a chat forum to enjoy the banter.
Bluegreyeyes40, sent me an im and told me that my screen name was cute. Little did I know that would start an affair with a woman who lived on the other side of the world.
Suddenly I was that woman, the cheater. I was so against anyone who could ‘step out’ on their partner and suddenly I was that person. I was able to manipulate, lie, and travel back and forth to the States. I had no idea what I was doing but I was addicted, she was like a drug, like the air I needed to breathe. In my head I always knew I would never leave my relationship and that I was so sure she would come to her senses, turn away from her googlebox and see me. In my mind the affair I was having didn’t really count. I was delusional, I stood to lose everything but I couldn’t help myself, I was like a moth drawn to a flame.

The affair ended it had ran it’s course and I resolved that I would work harder on our relationship. By now we had been together 14 years, I started to believe my dalliance was something that just happened out of circumstance, right? Wrong…
I started to believe that everyone  had blips and thus worked harder to make things better. I tried, I took emotional blows and I accepted them gladly this was my punishment for the affair, so ‘suck it up Buttercup’
Suddenly I saw her someone who someone who said things without thinking that often caused offence or required I offered an explanation to people, someone that I no longer looked at through rose coloured glasses and I needed to find more and more inventive reasons in my head as to why we were together. During this time we had made the mistake of working together and nothing kills a relationship like that. I was her Boss and while I was chewing her out for some mistake, she would shoot back something that was personal and had nothing to do with the work at hand. I was trying to make sure she was safeguarded from any errors or hassles, all I did was come across as controlling. Add to that the Bosses Father in law who decided that I would be his next play project. He needed to get this gay abomination out of a job. It resulted in both of us being made redundant, he gave us cheques that were severance and a bribe to f@@k off into the clear blue yonder and never bother him again.
She was distraught and I was defeated, impotent. She didn’t want to go the legal route and take that Bastard out by the roots, I wanted to fight, show that ignorant buffoon we were people, who worked hard and not just a gay couple that were an abomination in his eyes. She wanted to just move on, she was embarrassed and upset, I felt I had caused this and the very least I could do was show her I would support her choices.

She quickly found employment and I ended up with a couple of chronic illnesses that would remove my ability to work. Suddenly I am home all day, everyday. She going to work and I was wasn’t. I was consumed by guilt, and self pity. I had lost my ability to earn an honest living, I was weak, just  a pathetic excuse of a human being. You can see where my self pity was spiralling. I wasn’t taking care of anything in the house, laundry, dishes, food. I was sick and angry, more frustrated than a mouse in  a maze.
We both were trying to adapt and not be a burden, and we didn’t communicate any of this to each other. We didn’t talk about the weather, the news……. It seemed that our time was spent with her asking how I was and me telling her I was fine no matter how much pain I was enduring. I thought I was protecting her and she wasn’t sure just how ill I was.

Tick, tick, months passed they turned into years. Someone along the way we had stopped being physical. Not just sex, but those hugs, touching, reaching for each other. I decided since I was ill and had gained weight I was a burden, unattractive and she didn’t find me physically attractive any more, add to this the self pity and loathing and I had my own purgatory that must be pay back for my affair. Trouble is I never spoke to her about it, I’d been the one to have the affair so it was only fair that took this on the chin.

So much time wasted, resentment grew but my guilt was a buffer. This was my punishment for choices I alone had made and the very least I could do is endure it and not bitch and whine about it.

Again I feel I need to reiterate I am not a martyr, nor do I want your sympathy. I was as guilty of having choices that could have led us down a different path, and I didn’t.  The next number of years were no different, we co-existed locked in each other worlds but apart, the chasm grew and neither of us acknowledged it, or perhaps we didn’t want to.

She is gifted musically and can sing like an angel. She got involved with a ‘gay only’ choir and that chasm I mentioned before suddenly became a celestial black hole. I felt pushed aside and as much as I resented this, decided that the sins of my past were dictating our future. Single invites when other couples were invited, never meeting her new friends, never having their numbers that would have been useful the one night no one could contact her and we were all convinced she was laying dead in a ditch from a car crash. The list could go on and on and the whole time I was able to blur the lines between reality and my guilt fuelled need to accept a situation that was making us both miserable. Again let me share at no point before or after any of these events did we think to talk to each other about how we felt. I don’t allow myself to wonder about the what ifs.

Instead I chose to draw in the sand. I now chose to look forward. I now only want to find somewhere to live, that’s close to my immediate family that I can afford. Sounds straightforward, right? I’ve skipped the part where the house needs to be ‘made ready’ to sell.
The part where everything that is ‘mine’ has to be sorted through, packed up and perhaps temporarily stored in a friends garage if I haven’t found anywhere to live and the house is sold. The fear that simply typing that causes throughout my mind feels insurmountable.
I have been making phonecalls, filling in paperwork, filing paperwork, seeking advice about what type of housing I could be entitled to. All while she stayed with her BFF, yet calling everyday so she could watch her recorded programs under the guise of spending time with the dogs. It offered me the opportunity to use the car for a couple of hours. Leaving the four walls was simply blissful, but then paranoia kicked in. What was she doing while I wasn’t there?
Who was coming into the house?
What was being taken out of the house?
As hard as I tried to quieten these voices in my head that were screaming at me, I just couldn’t. She was now a stranger to me and I couldn’t trust her ever again. The irony of this is not lost on me. Here I am the cheater who can’t trust someone who had the good sense to say ‘enough’

Do I think she cheated? I truly don’t know
Do I think she knows I did? I truly don’t know
However. What I do know with absolute certainty is that ‘settling’, or ‘making do’ is NEVER an acceptable choice or option. Staying quiet for the sake of the status quo, simply is too high a price to pay.  Fighting for a relationship no matter what the odds is only acceptable if you are willing to talk about the hard things, ask the hard questions and ultimately be willing to be open to the idea that, it’s just not meant to be.

If you have endured this lengthy post until now, please know I share it so that perhaps someone might stop just long enough to ask themselves if they are happy.
If you’re not happy, simply accepting it, whether through guilt, misguiding loyalty or just because is too high a price to pay. Life is too short to be miserable, no matter how scary the truth might be.Regrets, what ifs, or mourning for children not born or a life path not chosen is a waste of effort and only perpetuates pain.
Dance to the tune in your head, watch movies wrapped up in a comforter together all day with your cellphones switched off, eat dessert for breakfast, know that a fleeting glance shared with each other that warms you from the inside out should be the reason that ‘settling’ is never a viable choice.

Just remember, please, having the courage to accept it’s over, is the last act of love you can share with each other.

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