Lucky enough to have a second chance with K. The man I love. As he says, second chances are rare, third chances don't exist. (He's wrong, of course, about thirds, but I think I'll refrain from pointing that out at this point.)
Lucky enough to have my (ex)husband as one of my best friends. As a lover. Someone who has kept me sane through all of this, and someone who seems to benefit from having me in his life as much as I benefit from him.
Lucky enough to be witness to some very closed off people when they open up. Beautiful people with gorgeous hearts, allowing me a glimpse.
I don't know how I got so lucky. I don't know what I'm doing right. But I hope that it keeps going. My son, my work, my family, my friends, my men. I love you all so very, very much.
Where are you working these days? Still at your dads?
Friday October 20, 2008 04:50 PM PDT WONDERFUL. Tenacity, baby .. pays off every time. So glad it's working out for you.
D October 20, 2008 05:51 PM PDT
Thirds exist. My logic on the subject is this: I have screwed up more than three times in my life, I expect anyone I am giving chances to to screw up more than three in theirs. As long as they care, that's what I need.