A year ago I was in rehab following open-heart surgery. Today I am revitalized, doing all the things I was doing prior to surgery...and more.
It has been a year worth noting primarily due to a burgeoning loving gay relationship with Ken. Six months ago he stepped into my life when he responded to an on-line ad I had posted for a roommate/tenant to occupy a vacant room in my home. Though, for both of us, neither was not exactly what the other was looking for but there was a muted spark that quickly burst into flame with subsequent meetings. I am 20 yars older than he...he is 50-pounds heavier than I, but we enjoy many commonalities. We like spnding time with one another, whether it be shopping, dining, walking the beach, dissing the guys we see and/or with whom we come in contact, or simply cuddling at home. He commutes to his job in Boston (1-1/2 hours each way) and I work 32-40 hours/week, so our time together is limited. We both have stong family ties. However, most of his family is reluctant to accept his homosexuality and so he savors the acceptance he finds within mine. We have agreed to live together for a year before finalizing a decision as to whether a committed union is right for us. Right now, it feels so right that the next six months may be difficult to maneuver without taking definitive action. We are currently experiencing a fully committed lifestyle, having pledged fidelity to one another. There are heavy discussions and decisions involving finances that we have yet to resolve.
So, this Thanksgiving, I am so thankful that Ken is a part of my life...and my cats agree!
