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If my life were a novel, I’d sure as fuck read it.
July 26, 2023
I just revisited this piece this morning. I’d forgotten about it. It’s been in my drafts since last August.
I’m amazed I predicted so accurately how things would play out. It was so clear certain events were imminent. It’s a fine bit of writing as well. So, there’s that.
Jayne and her husband are fostering four new children, all thriving. I’ve been afraid to bond, I want to wait. I was devasted when those first three went to kin last year. But this is better, for me to hold back a bit, at least for now. I’m a foster aunt, I must remind myself.
I spoke with Don the other day. When we spoke, I reminded him that last August 13th was the day he met His Person.
“I can’t believe how much we’re alike,” he said. “I never thought I’d meet someone so perfect for me.”
I felt happiness for him. And also pride in the knowing I was the one that helped him see he’s a wonderful man with a great deal to offer. I was the one he asked how to handle her asking him out, if he should make a date. I was the one who said YES, and in a sense, gave him permission to get on with his life with someone wholly suited for him. I feel really good about that.
