Little house

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My husband called this week. We've been playing phone tag for two years now.

Christopher and I bartended together for four years. Saturday night combat.

'Keep your head down and keep moving.' I'd say by way of direction.

He became a life partner the night I barked at him,

"Christopher, stop milling!"

Milling? he thought. She knows the word milling. The blue blazer in me loves that she knows that word. The wild man in me loves that she's my partner.

And so it was. He became my husband.

Back to the present . We finally connectd again in the here and now.

He said, "I'm so sorry about your mom I didn't know she'd died."

I thought about his dad. He'd died during one of our prior lapses. I remembered the funny story Chris'd told me about being chauferred to the wrong gravesite on that rainy, sad day of his dad's funeral.

I told him, "It's okay, it was a year ago."

He assured me he would have been at my mom's funeral had he known. I knew he would have. I don't know why I didn't call him. Life's funny that way.

Told him I was free of past constraints now. That I had a love to care for me.
Life's good.

He asked me who the dude was.

He said he'd call again. He was calling from work.

Whether he does or not- we'll always be close.
We've a relationship so empathetic we don't need to constantly be in each other's sphere to pick up where we've left off. He's a life partner and a lifetime friend.