First Time in 28 Years

First times ...  Well, since I've blogged last, I saw Storm for the first time in around 28 years.  He had a lot of trouble making it here; his bus rear-ended someone backing out of a parking lot and that delayed him making his flight.  He was catching a bus from Atlanta after the flight, so when I went to meet him, he didn't get off.  I went early to Savannah so I could visit with my son, so I missed his call to tell me he wouldn't be coming in until the next afternoon.

It's been a bit of a roller coaster ride since then, and I've been dealing with health issues for most of his time here.  I remembered what a high energy guy he was, and that hasn't changed, so this is not easy for him, with me stuck in bed sick.  And with my training in empathic healing work, it's tough for me to deal with, also.  I know what it means, and I can't stop it by myself.

So, I missed my "posting faithfully" on Fridays for my fanfic blogs and I've barely been online.  There have been some other "first times" for both of us, but that's a little too personal to go into here ...

On Being a Biatch

My first day roaming around in my little car since I got it out of the shop!  I am sooooo happy to have my little Silver Ride back! Sealed a deal with a client that I'm really going to enjoy working with, had a fantastic lunch at a restaurant that made me feel like I was in a sci-fi movie, and got everything smoothed over and happy with Storm.

Today was a good day. Yesterday, um, kinda sucked from the get go, though, but I got past it.  Relationship issues.  Gather that from the fact that things needed smoothing and happying?

Well, I learned something about myself, anyway.  I still whip out the bitch badge in a heartbeat if someone says the phrase, "I'm bored," around me.  Or more specifically, referring to me.  Yeah.  That kind of day.

So, there was a lot of misunderstanding involved, and I figured out (or decided?) eventually that he didn't mean he was bored with ME.  But not before I decided to make his life EXCITING again. So either way, whether he meant it or not, problem solved, right?

Oh yeah, baby.  I pushed my sweet Storm, a normally incredibly kind and patient man, into a flat-out, fire-breathing jealous rage.

Yus.  I was bad.  Very.

Sweet little Sarah who loves everybody unconditionally decided to write a chapter in the cosmic version of the book "Why Men Love Bitches."  That's me!

Well, maybe not a chapter, just a blog, because I'm feeling pretty sweet again today.  Time to get back to meditating more, though, definitely.

What saved me was a call from my sister.  She's the middle sister, and we have a pressure cooker relationship -- bubbles along happily for about six months and then BOOM!  Guts on the ceiling.

But that's a whole 'nother story, and her call in this instance was a Divinely timed miracle.  She remembered this beautiful, sweet man from my past, and reminded me of how he used to give me the puppy eyes and how much we loved each other. She said, very gently, "That doesn't seem like something to break up over."

And I remembered making a promise to myself after the last time I pulled the "queen act" and lost someone I love that I would never do that again.  I think there have got to be better ways to make life exciting in a relationship.

But then again, make up sex is really awesome, too...  *wink*