Is it possible to love two people? Or really three or four?
Were people really designed to mate for life?
I spend a lot of time confused about how I should feel or how I’m supposed to fell about the people in my life. I know that sounds kind of stupid, but everyone says when you meet the right person you just know.
Well I’m on my third time where I think I know and a couple more that I am pretty sure about, but I still have no idea if I know. If I knew, wouldn’t I be able to hang out with an old friend without being confused? A lot of what I feel is loyalty – if you have done right by me, I will do right for you for as long as I can. I owe you for looking out for me.
My therapist thinks that maybe the problem isn’t many men who like me, but why I feel the way I feel about them.
Life continues to be interesting and I am working hard not to screw up this great relationship I have. He travels. I get to go sometimes, when I don’t get to go, I get a postcard (and I love that), and each one ends the same way. Thinking of you in (place name). He sends them without fail, whether away for a weekend conference or a longer stay and each one tells me the things he wants to show me and share with me.
It’s both an amazing thing, but really scary.
Maybe that’s why I’ve not written often, too much is going on in my head.
Hopefully lighter topics to come soon.
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