The Adventures of Paisley
Blue
This morning I am feeling somewhat mellow, happy, just in an all-around chillin' mood. I wish I didn't have to work today. *grin*
Yesterday I had an enlightening visit with my therapist. I suppose I should assign nicknames to each therapist, since there are two of them. I will call her Peace.
After telling her the events of the past week, focusing on the relationships in my life, she asked several questions, and then answered mine. In her opinion, she thinks my relationship with Michael is a typical, caring partnership. That warmed my heart to hear that. It's kinda funny because a lot of things I told her about I don't remember ever experiencing before, but I hope to again and again in the future.
Last night Angel and I sat on her bed chatting for over an hour. We talked about so many things. One of her revelations was the fact that she had talked about Michael and I with a psychiatrist friend of hers. After relating the facts as she knew them, and then posing a query about our viability together since I am straight and he is gay, the man responded that as far as he could tell, it sounded like a loving relationship and we have the potential for a successful marriage.
These things are nice to hear, especially since I sometimes doubt my ability to judge situations correctly. Remember in earlier entries I just didn't want to get hurt anymore. I suppose by listening to people's reactions and opinions, I am building an idea that those who are objective see our relationship as a good thing.
However, being perfectly honest, I don't need anyone's opinion to know that I love Michael, and that I will do everything in my power to be the best partner I can. I know I cannot make him happy, and I am not totally responsible for the success of our future marriage, but I can be happy myself, and do my part to achieve the kind of future we want together.
Last night I had to take a bus from Peace's office to the downtown area, then transfer to a bus to Kent. In all, it took 2 hours to get home. By the time I got there I was tired and cold. Still, Angel and I managed to cook supper and have it on the table when Michael and Butch got home from work. We felt very domestic. Butch and Michael were a little suspicious at first, because we've never set the table and had food waiting for them like that before. Then they figured that they were being set up for something. Finally they accepted the fact that we had just done it out of the goodness of our hearts.
Then we sat down to play Pinochle, with Angel and I partnering, and Butch and Michael determined to beat us -- and they did.
~Paisley Blue |
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