A loving relationship is one in which the loved one is free to be himself – to laugh with me, but never at me; to cry with me, but never because of me; to love life, to love himself, to love being loved. Such a relationship is based upon freedom and can never grow in a jealous heart.
I sit here and read this and the first thing I think is that there is no way someone could be around me long enough and not have an opportunity to laugh at me. I’m clumsy and awkward and strange in things and some of the things I do are fucking hilarious to watch as a bystander, I laugh at myself as well. The second thing I think is that by no means do I feel I’m perfect that I am not going to screw up and never cause someone hurt and tears, even if it’s unintentional, I know I’m human. I make mistakes. I also know that others will make mistakes too. What I love about this is the freedom though and I think it’s missing a part if the freedom to make mistakes. It misses the trust issue, if you trust someone enough with their mistakes and who they are….. That is part of the relationship key.
I got permission to share my hot Italian date. We’ve been a bit of on again off again…taking a break for awhile….then not. He’s been really good to me. That’s been a positive in my life.
I went into my drafts and here this is from January. Well, the picture is from January, I’m guessing the post may have been meant to post sometime in February.
I’m glad we are not at the on again off again place anymore. I’m also not sure how I got so lucky. My life has definitely increased with so much happiness since I met him.
Had to not go to sleep and get the oldest from school sick. I not looking forward to tonight’s shift…. I’m really past fucking exhausted. Maybe I’ll get super power up sleep? Find some extra health or energy bonus? OK, now to actually sleep.