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.
I'm nervous about just talking -- no, less than that, just IMing with the man that I've been having steamy sex with for months. And it's not even that I'm planning on having some deep, soul-baring conversation. I'm just looking forward to talking to him and scared that it will be akward.