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From A to Z – A Challenge

And just like that she was gone.

By the time I realized it was already too late.

Criticising an individual flaw that sets one apart, is never the best way to point something out.

Don’t ever do it.

Especially when it runs deep and connects to a haunty past of childhood trauma.

For some strange reason, I couldn’t relate. I couldn’t empathize.

God knows that I would take the entire moment back if I could.

How could I claim to love someone then hurt them so bad?

I cant understand it.

Just when things were going great and we had plans for a future…

Kaboom!

Like a bomb went off, it all came tumbling down.

My entire life became a shadow.

No light, no hope, no reason.

Of course there are ‘other fish in the sea.’

Please, don’t with the cliches.

Quirks and all, that was MY fish.

Regret is just one of the many emotions I’m feeling right now.

Sad is an understatement.

Torn, maybe.

Unwilling to carry on, is closer to what it really is.

Veering dangerously close to the edge.

When you’ve lost the only person that matters, life becomes unbearable.

Xerophytic without her love.

You’re gone now, so what is left for me to do?

Zig zag through the world until I meet my end.

Certainly, Your love.

My love,

What a journey it has been. The ups, the downs, the uncertainties – and here we are today able to celebrate the little accomplishments.

I know at this very moment you may identify with the feeling of exhaustion more than any other and yes, there will be time to rest. I will cater to you. It is my duty and you are my priority.

I just wanted you to know that I see the hours of work you put in. I see the attention you give. I know about all the sleepless nights. I see your overworking mind, never at rest. I see you making moves. I see the sacrifices you make and understand the skill you demonstrate in being mindful of your queen all while building a dream.

I want you to know that I see all that and I appreciate it and even more so I appreciate you. I appreciate you being a man in my life but not just any man –the real, amazing man you are. I appreciate how you make time for me and my problems. I appreciate how you listen to my ramblings. I appreciate how you drop everything to make sure I am alright. I appreciate how you ensure that my mind is at ease before bed each night. I appreciate how you relieve my stress. I appreciate how you make me feel safe and secure. I appreciate how you free my mind from worry by being true to yourself, to me and to us.

None of that has gone unnoticed and I want you to know that. I’m going to show you that.

I hope you like the contents.

Get dressed. We’re going out.

Then afterwards, I’m going to savour undressing you…..

Certainly,

Your love.

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Photo Friday: Learning

Easter weekend was spent with my family at home. I had one of my little nephews with me and you know this generation of kids are tech-savvy. So  my tech-savvy nephew wanted to take pictures with my Sony Camera. Of course there is no point in him taking a million bad pictures and not grasping how the device works. I showed him and in no time he got it! Here area few of his better shots!DSC00286 DSC00289 DSC00294 DSC00296 DSC00298 DSC00304

Before you run off to frolic into the weekend, stop by Kay’s blog and see what exciting post she has for you today.

Photo Friday

Excuse my half closed eye. Midst the hustle and bustle of what was by grandma’s birthday celebration last year, some of us stopped to take pictures (shhhh….guests were waiting).

My family is a matriarchal one on both the maternal and  paternal sides. As such, it was no surprise that women were ‘running the show’ and dominated pictures taken that day. It was an eventful evening.DSC00143

L-R:  aunt, namesake sister-in-law, grams and moi.

While you sip on some hot chocolate, like  I am, take a look at Kay’s photo for today.

Have a relaxing weekend lovies!

Acting on Suspicion

He left without so much as a kiss on the cheek. No ‘I love you’. No ‘have a nice day’.

He was silent over his morning coffee and didn’t sleep well last night. This is not like him.

I refuse to believe that that tucked-away thought is my reality. All men cheat but I was hoping mine didn’t. I was hoping that I would be good enough, or simply enough; enough to satisfy him.

I don’t want to believe that a paper-pusher across town has sunk her claws into my husband. I could never accept that, whether it is true or not. I could never accept that after years of being a faithful loving wife and giving my all, my husband who vowed “till death do us part” could become emotionally and/or physically involved with another woman. Never!

It was nearing noon and I called his office to let him know I was thinking of him and that I love him. His perky young secretary kindly let me know that he was out on lunch. Calls to his cell phone went unanswered.

My mind began to over think as usual and now I am convinced he is having an affair. There was makeup on his shirt last month and a few weeks ago he came home smelling different. How could he do this to me? How could he hurt me this way? He might as well kill me.

Benjamin came home that night and was particularly quiet. He had something on his mind. Her perhaps. Was she the first? Is she the only one? How long has this been going on?

I made his favourite dinner and kept telling him how much I loved him. He didn’t seem to notice any of it. In bed, I told him that I felt as though there was some distance between us. He asked what I was talking about. He doesn’t see anything being different. He held me. Kissed me on the forehead and fell asleep with his arms around me. He had a bad dream that night.

He left for work earlier that day after a strange phone call. I couldn’t tell who was on the other line or what the call was about. I decided to follow him.

On the way, he passed his turn-off for work. My heart sank. He drove for 10 minutes into town and stopped on a busy street. Once out of the car he crossed the road and entered a place we had never been and he said he would never go. Through the glass window of the bakery I saw a woman rise to greet him. He kissed her on the cheek and then sat. My heart broke.

I drove home. I didn’t cry. Not until I entered the kitchen and saw the breakfast items I had laid out to make my husband breakfast. I fell to the floor, shattered. In my brokenness it all made sense. This woman’s make up was on his shirt. He came home smelling like her. We had not had sex in a week! I know that last bit sounds silly but you don’t know my husband. You don’t know me. You don’t know us.

The only thing that didn’t make sense was how I was going to handle this. I didn’t know what to do. It hurt too much. How would I let him know I knew of this affair? How would he react? What was going to happen to our marriage? It was just too much to handle and think about.

I went back to my routine but this time I made breakfast earlier so he had no excuse to not eat it. I dressed sexier so he would find me attractive again. I did all the things I knew he liked. But all that got me was a kiss on the cheek, “I love you, have a great day” and “I’m not hungry”.

This went on for three weeks and he kept coming home later and later. He was always too tired for sex and was very careful of what he would say to me.  I was so broken and drained I felt betrayed and that life was not worth living any more. I was existing.

Then he called one evening telling me to get dressed, he had something he wanted to tell and show me. Good Lord! He was going to tell me of his affair in the presence of his mistress!? What had my life come to? I got dressed and he picked me up. He told me nothing about where we were going and did his nervous finger tap the entire journey there.

He stopped the car the same place he did when I had followed him weeks earlier.

Look, Benjamin, I have something to say to you.

Can it wait? This is really important and I have to show you.

I bit my lips and followed him to what I knew would be the end of my sanity and life. The bakery was dark as we crossed the road and approached it. He had a key for the door and as be opened it he began his soliloquy.

When I married you, I told myself I would do anything to keep you happy. I know things have not been going great lately and I noticed that you have been sad a lot. What is even worse was that I couldn’t seem to make you happy any more.

 “Benjamin, I know…

Let me finish. You said I have been distant lately and that’s true. I have had a lot on my mind recently and I may have lost sight of my priorities. I forgot a lot of promises I made to you and concerning you but..

Then he switched the lights on “… I hope this makes it up to you.

And there it was. A spotless, empty shop space with fresh paint.

What is this?

Remember how determined you were to open your own diner after you had quit your job last year? I saw how hard you took it when nothing seemed to be working out. When I heard that this place was going on the market I knew I had to get it for you so I got the money together, made a bid and got it. I even got some of the fixtures that you like for the kitchen. Catherine, it’s all yours. I just want you to be happy and that dream of having a diner made you happy.

I stood there just shaking my head while looking at him. Then I grabbed him and hugged him. I remembered why I fell in love with him in the first place; his big heart and the fact that he is always so kind.

 “Thank you so much Ben. Honey, I have something to say. I was suspicious and followed you here a few weeks ago and I saw you with another woman. I thought you were cheating on me.”

You followed me? What?

“I know. I’m sorry. I just felt so insecure after the way things have been between us lately.”

“Catherine, I came here to buy the place. I’ve been here after work getting it cleaned and put together for you. I would never cheat on you, love.”

“I know, but what about the makeup on your shirt?”

“Sweetheart, that was your makeup, from our quickie in the kitchen. I accidentally wore the shirt another day forgetting it was soiled.”

“So this is what had you so distant?  You weren’t cheating?”

“No.”

“I feel like such an idiot. I’m sorry.”

“Never. Just know that everything I do, it is for you and you alone. I love you.”

He was still the wonderful man I fell in love with and married. And so, I learned my suspicions are not always right.

 

 

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