August 20, 2012
Love, Cats, Stealing & Blessings
Thank you all for your inquiries about my Englishman. We are still together and doing great. He is a remarkable man and has shown me a kindness that I have never known. He is funny and charming, has a killer accent, and is not anyone I would ever have imagined myself dating.
He is very different from me in a lot of ways, and eerily similar in others. We are building a future together that includes our wonderful children, dreams, trust, and lots of laughter. I’m scared and nervous to love this deeply, but your support has made it easier for me.
I am a 46 year old divorced mother and to hear from so many of you who are walking the same path gives me great comfort. We are all stumbling forward and I learn from your mistakes and your fearlessness. Thank you for not only reading about my journey, but sharing yours.
I am back in LA from vacation in Canada and when the Englishman picked my son and me up at the airport I felt a sense of relief and melted into his arms. I did not know I would miss him so much, or him me. I was a little surprised, until I got home and saw my cat Fiddles.
She really, really missed me. She was annoyed for the first 10 minutes I was home and sat far away, glaring at me for leaving her without so much as a note. When she relaxed a little she warmed up, after about an hour, it was a love fest. She followed me around like a puppy.
She wants to not just sit with me, but on me. She is talking to me nonstop, telling me all about the week I was away. It is the funniest and sweetest thing I have ever seen. I can actually feel her telling me that she missed me and loves me. I hope she understand it was mutual.
When I went to Starbucks this morning it broke my heart to leave her and I almost took her with me. I was about to become a cat lady who carts her cat around in a carrier, which is pathetic. I actually looked for the carrier! In the end I promised her I’d be right back and ran out.
When I got to Starbucks, I was thrilled to learn that my order was not forget in my absence. They know my drink before I order it and it is awesome. As I left with my deliciousness, I noticed a woman at the counter putting about 100 Equal packets into her purse.
There was no fear or embarrassment, just some good old fashioned stealing. I watched in awe as she then took some sugar, a few stir sticks, and I believe thought about taking the milk and putting it in her purse. It was quite remarkable and I found myself intrigued by her.
She was a nice looking woman in her 50’s and was wearing really nice shoes. I’m sure she was much more than just a thief. I wanted so much to talk to her as I felt she probably had good stories, but in the end I just watched her walk out and headed to my car.
She went into the donut shop next door to do some more shopping, and I came home to my cat, who was waiting at the front door like a good puppy. I am constantly reminded that my life is blessed and you readers are part of why. I have genuine affection and appreciation for you.
I am getting back into the routine of being home. Getting my son ready to start school, planning a birthday surprise for the Englishman, and trying to move forward without fear or hesitation. Thank you for reading, inspiring me to never give up, and always keep the faith.