@Anastasia @AussieRecharger
The prologue to the first chapter of my novel about us:
“I’ll make the coffee” he said this morning “you just lie there and look glamourous”. I had morning breath and bed-hair wearing only my sensible, big-girl knickers while each double-D lolled to the side under its adjacent armpit. It wasn’t sarcasm. Reflected in his eyes I was Marilyn, Sophia and Audrey all rolled into one. Yesterday, before he’d said this I wrote:
In your eyes I see a mirror
far removed from the one in the bathroom.
In your eyes I am reflected in beauty
In your eyes I am reflected whole
I feel happy and loved and so, so sexy
Reflected in the mirror of your eyes.
I had written that after a phone conversation we’d had over the weekend where he’d compared me to Jacinda Adern. He’d been musing on what a wonderful coffee date it would be between the two strongest and most compassionate women he knew. WOW!
His octogenarian father had called me earlier the same day to thank me for a photo of one of the kids I’d sent him and once again gushed about the difference I had made to the lives of everyone in their family. Marilyn, Sophia, Audrey and Mother Effiing Theresa and oh how I wish I could see myself through their eyes.
Of course, this was written 6 months into the relationship and long before he moved all his baggage (physical and metaphorical) into my house. Our relationship worked a lot better when I wasn't with him every day. Mainly because I could catch up on sleep when I was alone. I could exhale.
He still sees my that way. Confessing to him last week that I had become afraid of him has made a difference I think.. I hope...
I will think of more nice things later.
