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Blessed

I am so blessed. Sometimes I have no idea. Right now, Justin and I have $2 to our name, I need girlie supplies, we need TP and food...but I have a man who is tenderhearted and I can't begin to tell you how much that means to me.

He trusts me enough to let me see his tears.

Justin's friend Mo was up for a week, and spent the entire time with us. It was wierd at first, since I didn't know Mo that well, but once the ice was broken things were fine. We chatted and played Runescape while Justin was at work and. The only glitch in it all was that I was ignored a lot when Justin was home. I took it well, after all this is his best friend and he never gets to see him, so I womaned up and let him have his fun time with his friend. After all, Mo was only going to be here for a week.

And he did go home today, Justin took him over there to his grandma's...spent too much time there given that he still had to come home and get sleep before he goes into work, but he was trying to get in every last minute. And so he comes home, and we lay down in bed...him to sleep, me to just be with him for a few minutes. And Justin says to me that he was sorry that he was ignoring me this week [Mo must have said something] and I just leaned in a kissed his cheek and said that it was ok and that I understood. And that's when I noticed he was leaking tears out his eyes. Once I made certain that it was just Mo leaving that was bothering him, I hugged him close, told him that I loved him and wiped the tears away as they fell.

I have to admit, I kind of miss Mo myself a little bit. Mo is a special young man and likable. He's a functioning Autistic and is a trip to talk to.

Still, I'm glad to have my man back to myself for a little while.

Speaking of which, I have to go make something for his lunch tonight and then wake him in about an hour.

ps ~ just spoke with J about it, Mo didn't say anything to him about J ignoring me...he realized it all on his own. Aww.

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Jean-Luc Picard said…
A sweet and personal post.

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