I could say that I am lucky but that’s not the case here. I’m grateful. It took us ten years and ten breakups and a lot of time apart for us to get to this point. Along the way I learned a vast amount about allowing space, being responsible for my own shit, and being clear about boundaries. So did he. He’s no typical guy. I worked my ass off, and ultimately, so did he. And here we are. That kind of matchup doesn’t just happen. It takes hard work. This guy is the love of my life. Full stop. He’s never said, and never likely will say, I love you (there’s another article on this) and I have let go of the need to hear that. I value what I have, how I am treated, the laughter, the sex, and the very good level of communication. Would that we all had that at 65. Plus a damned sexy man who periodically walks naked around the house (he does it on purpose) and lemme tell you, he gets tackled. I’m going to write a separate story on elements of how that happens. Thanks ever so much as always for your kind comments.