Every Rose Has A Thorn

Last Saturday, T came to my house after work.  We planned ahead.  His office will be closed for Labor day.  He will be staying with me for the weekend.

Yes.  He will be sleeping in my bed for 2 nights!  IN A ROW!!!  I am so happy, I can hardly stand it.  He told me he will have to bring homework with him.  He has things he just has to get caught up on over the weekend.  "Of course." I told him.  As long as he is with me, I don't care if he brings a little paperwork.

He showed up after work, we went out for a nice dinner.  We have a lot of nice dinners together, but this one was different.  After this dinner we were going home together.

When we got back home (my home) we took a shower and got ready for bed.  We got into bed...together... and settled in for the night.  We watched a movie that I had on the DVR.

The next morning we stayed in bed a little longer than I usually would.   I offered to make him breakfast, but he decided to wait until lunch.  He worked on some paperwork and I introduced him to "Blazing Saddles".

I made lunch and we ate together... at my kitchen table.  Just us.  I wanted him to see what life with me might be like.  And I was getting a taste of what life with him would be like.  I allowed myself, for a moment, to believe the dream of a life where we are together.

Later that day, we took my kids to dinner and then my daughter to the movies. (The other kids were invited, but only she wanted to go.) After the movie, he headed back to my house while I brought my daughter back to K's house.  

As I drove from K's house, in the car alone, heading home, I was almost giddy.  I was not going home to an empty house.  I was going home to T.  My man was home waiting for me.

When I got there he was on the couch with papers all around.  He has a stack he needed to get through before bed.

I sat on the floor leaning against the couch while he worked.  We watch "Storage Wars".  When he was finished working for the night, he laid down on the couch and dozed while we watched TV.  His arm wrapped around as he absently rubbed my chest.

When the episode we were watching (well, I was watching because he fell asleep), I turned, kissed him gently and said, "Come to bed, honey."  That was something I had been waiting to say to him for more than 4 years

As we headed up to bed, I was thinking about how normal this was.  It was the life I had always dreamed about.  My man was here will me and we were heading to bed together for the night. We did not do that much stuff.  We did not have non-stop sex.  We did spend time together.  It was simple and wonderful.


But I knew that it was going to come to an end.  The next morning he was going to leave.  He was going to go home and I was going to be alone.  I put that out of my mind for the night and we had a great night together.  I usually wake several times during the night and it was so nice to wake up and have him in the bed next to me.

The next morning, we got up.  Despite the holiday, I had to work.  T had to go home, and then to an event that he had planned a long time ago.

The time I was not letting myself think about was here.

As he kissed me goodbye, I held back the tears.  I knew I was going to be alone most of the day, and I was going to miss him terribly.  I always feel the most lonely, just after I see him.