Monday, July 28, 2014

No Headaches and No Drama

There are only so many people that I can really *talk* to. Sometimes, and this may be a common feeling, I feel like when I'm talking to someone they listen but it seems more like I'm complaining than anything else. For this reason alone, I usually keep my mouth shut and don't get too personal with anyone. And then there's those few people that I feel like I can really talk to, and they care without thinking "ugh just stop bitching already". Mama Schimmy is one of those people.

Her daughter and I were good friends in high school. Not best friends, as girls tend to declare more than boys, but we were pretty close. I never really felt like I fit in with their group, and now we all see why, so most of the time -while at The Schimmy Residence - the rest of the group would be watching something on TV, or a movie, or talking about the latest trends and clothing and whatever: and I would retreat to the kitchen. Where Mama and I (and anyone else who cared to join) would talk. About anything, about everything, about whatever was on our minds or questions about sex and life and love and the world - honestly these were some of the best days of my life. I learned so much from this woman and I can honestly say that I would not have been the person I am today without her. I trust her with everything that I am. Not just because she could answer my questions but because there could be a conversation about it, and I wasn't just asking the simple questions. I mean we talked about some deep shit. I always knew that she would never judge me, or call my parents after we talked, or be concerned when we brought up certain topics. It was the safest place I had in high school - that kitchen.

So Mama came to stay with her boyfriend (we'll call him Dodi - as she lovingly does) for 5 nights. What most people would think is "wow that's a long time - must have been a hassle". NOT EVEN CLOSE! First of all they had their own plans, I had to schedule a night to have dinner with them around all of their other outings (seriously we only got ONE night to see them for dinner), and they had keys so we never had to worry about staying up and letting them in or who would be home when, etc. We didn't have to entertain, we didn't have to host, we didn't have to do anything. It was so easy and I cannot wait for them to come and stay again. The one night we had dinner was just like old times. We ate, we talked, we played some gin rummy, and it was so nice to have company and just relax with them. It was better than I could have hoped for. I love you, Mama - and I cannot put into words how happy I am that you are comfortable enough to stay with me and Sarah and share our home the way you shared yours with mine all those years ago. Thank you for everything and preemptively for all that is to come. It's so nice knowing that after these years I can still turn to you for anything. You are an amazing person, and smart, and wise, and funny, and genuine, and caring, and I love you.

Like you said to Sarah, I love Dodi too and I know that I can fall - we need to spend more time together. I can't believe how easily we clicked from that first day we met moving the hot tub. It was like I had known him for years. We can talk and laugh and it feels like we're, somehow, old friends. I cannot wait to spend more time with him and get to know his quirks like I know yours.

Ya'll come back now y'hear?!