Some people are meant to fall in love with each other but not meant to be together.
I just read a nice blog post from a new blogger, Jules, at http://www.oldscarsandfuturehearts.wordpress.com, regarding the quote above, but had to put in my 2 cents as well.
For me, I am in that exact zone right now. G and I love each other, and have for years, but we cannot BE together. We live 9 hours apart. He’ll never leave Minnesota. I don’t think I wanna live in Minnesota. He’s a MAJOR car nut —- his garage floor is cleaner than my kitchen floor. I’m a slob (which I’m trying to remedy) and he’s a complete neat freak. See above comment on his garage floor. I drink, mostly to excess — he hasn’t had a drop in 30 years.
I’ve known him for 40 years – and loved him for about 30. We’ve both been married (to other people, obv’s), lived with people (lovers and/or roommates), and now we are both single. He’s rattling around in a 4 bedroom house on 5 acres. I’m in a condo in the ‘burbs. I WANT to be on rural property.
I’m sure y’all are wondering why the hell I don’t just GO.
Well, I ask myself that same question.
Right now, I don’t have to check in with anyone. I don’t have to work all day, drive an hour, THEN cook supper ….. I go to bed when I want, eat pork rinds and sour cream in bed (with a martini chaser), watch Netflix, read, go to sleep with Georgie Clooney (my boy cat) sleeping on my pillow and Lily Belle (my little girl kitty) laying next to me …. and there’s NO COMPROMISE. Ever. It’s just me. And I like it. I can do whatever the EFF I want, which is totally selfish, but hey, I was (and am) a Mom, so I’ve done my suffering and put in my time. At 55 years old, it’s Gwenny time. Kinda like Hammer time, but with a resting bitch face.
Yes, it gets lonely sometimes, but there were times when I was married and/or living with someone when I felt more alone than I ever do now.
I did love sleeping with him when we were together recently. Just sleeping. It was comforting. And comfortable. But the farting will have to stop. For real. ugh.
Of course, there’s always the possibility that I/we will change my/our mind(s). Love has a way of deciding for us.