The Single Life—I am so RIPPED!
I know that something I really like about being in a relationship is having someone to talk over things with. Not only does it allow me to vent when I need it, two heads are usually better than one, and when I am upset, I don’t always think too clearly.
Drew is great in that role, and he’s too far away—in Bulgaria!!!—to consult. We’ve talked on the phone a couple of times, but he is very busy and not really able to tune in to what’s going on here. So I’m on my own.
I help my mother with her finances. Most things she handles fine on her own, but big sums of money buffalo her, and she is easily manipulated and intimidated. I’ve stepped in a couple of times when thousands of dollars were involved, and am having to again, and I am pissed. Each of these incidents have involved her being taken advantage of, and take concerted effort and cleverness to untangle, massive letter writing and judicious arm-twisting. I haven’t been able to get my bother on the phone, either, though he has sent supportive emails. So I have been ANGRY for two days, and have no one to talk myself down with.
Having someone who cares, who is willing to talk through daily minutiae, helps with problem solving, and just generally gives verbal and real hugs—what a gift in the otherwise lonely journey of life. When Mom and George found each other (they got married in April, he 86 and she 81), I was so pleased that they would have that kind of companionship again.
I wish Drew would call.
From Your Romance Coach, Kathryn Lord
