I took Kitty to the store this afternoon. When we came home, I pulled into our parking spot and I just happened to look at my rear-view mirror and out the back window. I saw my neighbors from across the way getting out of their vehicle and going into their townhouse. That got me thinking: what's that like? What's it like to actually live with someone you love, that loves you back just as much?
I left my husband a lifetime ago, with 2 babies I have raised myself. In all of these years I have never lived with anyone other than my daughters. I felt that I needed to set a good example especially since I had girls to raise, and raise properly.
So I set my "good example" but now I wonder: did I miss out on something special?
Sure I dated on occasion, and I've even been engaged a couple of times. But none of that panned out into the type of relationship that I'm missing now.
I am looking for forever. I am looking for the relationship where I am the woman: not the one where I have to be the man too. Where are the real men: the ones who don't play games. The ones with their own vehicles, jobs, and abodes? The emotionally mature ones who know how to court and how to treat a woman with respect? The ones who are there for the good times and bad, and who love unconditionally? I'm looking for the ones who accept me for who I am and don't try to change me. And how about that man who realizes I don't have the body of a 20-year-old because I'm not 20?? And loves all of this chocolaty goodness because he realizes how special I am, and how this body can still turn it out? I'm looking for that man.
So who knows? Maybe, before I know it, this will happen. So instead of me watching my neighbor go into her house with her boyfriend, I'll be greeted at the door by my husband: the one whom God finds worthy of me, After all: as the child of the King, that makes me a Princess. And that's what I deserve.
