Starving the Fear
I am in a really nice place in my life. Apparently, for the first time, I'm in a "normal" relationship. As normal goes, anyway. And I have no idea what to do with it. My default mode is to take a step back and eye it warily. The fears start to whisper at me. I'm rude to it and try to quell it. But it's so natural for me to be skittish. My history with most of my significant relationships have taught me to react this way. People don't stay. Particularly if you disappoint. And I always disappoint. Particularly if you're not enough. And I'm never enough. Particularly if you are too much. And I'm too much. I met a wonderful couple this weekend at my favourite watering hole. They know my beau. Think quite highly of him. They were shocked that I had children who were as old as they were. And that I was a grandmother. They declared me not old enough for such things. They also declared me quite lovely. And told my beau I was a keeper.