I love my boyfriend
Okay, I'm always writing about my past or my cats, or things that I'm trying to get over or deal with or put behind me or process...you know, my list of 'I ain't got time to bleed' topics. So for a change, I'm gonna post a nice simple ode to my boyfriend, who has been a veritable font of patience...er, FOUNT of patience (I'm not sure what font he is, although I expect it's one of them fancy ones) dealing with me for the last two years as I've gone through all of my emotional shitstorms.
Dave, I love you. Why you have not yet buried me in the backyard, I'm not sure. But I'm grateful for your love and patience and willingness to deal with 8 cats (two of 'em were YOUR idea), a semi-incontinent dog and my continued attachment to Brian. Your insights from your own painful divorce have helped me get through some really horrible depressions because they made me believe that there really is an end to all of the pain in sight, somewhere down the road. You've let me mourn without ever telling me to 'get over it.'
Put all of this together with your genuine desire to be friends with Brian, should that day ever become possible, and that you've let me drag you to wineries and wine-tastings despite your prediliction for stout and frou-frou drinks...
Trust me when I say I know how lucky I am.
posted by Dana Fredsti @ 6:01 PM
5 Comments:
At 9:30 AM,
David Fitzgerald said…
Mo Mhuirnin:
I love you so much; you don't know how wonderful my life has been since you've come to San Francisco. I love your creativity, your boldness, your touch, your kiss, your heart, your twisted brain, your devotion, your fencing ability, your courage, your openness, your sensitivity, your passion, your cats & dog, your dedication to your writing, your strange Norwegian taste for herring and Gjetost cheese, your beautiful blue-green-grey eyes, your everything, your love.
xoxoxoxo
-D
At 9:41 AM,
Dana Fredsti said…
Herring is yummy...and thank you for reminding me that we have some in the fridge, in mustard sauce!
Yet another reason I love you!
At 4:55 PM,
Abyss of Silence said…
Get a room, you two!
;)
At 10:05 AM,
Dana Fredsti said…
We have one, but there are eight cats in it...
At 12:57 PM,
Dana Fredsti said…
HAH! So it ISN'T a remarkable tolerance; it's a highly developed sense of survival! Thanks for pulling the covers off of that one, Mr. Fab!
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