A BIRTHDAY PRESENT FOR MRS. CRANKY
Mrs. Cranky’s birthday is today. Birthdays are very important to women. Me, not so much. I guess after you have passed a coconut through your …well, you know, birthdays have a special meaning. I never know what to get Mrs. C for her birthday.
She likes jewelry. Trouble with jewelry is whatever you get one year, you have to get something even better the next, “What, I wasn’t good this year?”
She likes nice clothes. I don’t know sizes, I have no taste.
Dinner out is nice, but we do that on non-birthdays. She deserves something special.
Hmmm. My blog…I am not very good at verbalizing feelings, I am much better when I write. Here is my present to you Mrs. C (All others can stop reading now.)
Before I met you I was a bit beaten down. Divorced for the second time from a cheating wife, I was feeling low. Two packs of cigarettes and a half a quart of scotch a day didn’t seem to help. As a goof I went on Match.com (half in the bag.)
You responded. Somehow you saw something in my pitiful self and we survived several awkward dates. We had nothing in common. You liked dancing and concerts. I hate dancing and concerts. I like skiing and golf and all things sports…you, not so much.
What we did have in common was over 20 years of not being able to be ourselves. Years of mental and sometimes physical abuse that we both had become numb to. We found we both had an uncanny knowledge of what was in the other persons head.
We enjoyed playful back and forth texting and though I had not really sought a relationship, I now cherished what we were developing.
I love being myself. I love not having to filter my every thought. I love feeling comfortable around my own house. I love not jumping out of my skin when someone yells JOE!! I love not smoking. I love being able to fall asleep sober. I love not fighting. I love being respected, and I respect you. I love teasing you and being teased back. I love touching you.
I LOVE YOU!
Happy Birthday Karen (Mrs. Cranky)