
Anyway, when I got home from Montana and even before on the plane, I cried and cried and cried because I thought I would have to tell Allen goodbye forever. I was hungry, exhausted, and very lonely from just having left him.
The reason I thought I couldn't see him anymore? He is an alcoholic.
The first man I ever loved, my father, was an alcoholic. That set up a life-long pattern with me of being attracted to other alcoholics or people with "broken wings." I have had some terrible experiences along the way and have reacted to them by cutting and running. Sometimes this has been the right thing to do, but not always. I never stopped to THINK and discriminate. Yes, sometimes being able to discriminate if a Good Thing.
Allen has been beat up on all his life by others in his family etc. etc. because he is a rebel. So have I. We fit nicely together since we both know the paople who beat us up. Parents, grandparents. and so forth. I realized that I was about to become just another person to beat him up because of what MIGHT happen.
Allen has never done anything to me, but be loving, comforting, supportive, funny as hell, and gentle. All that good stuff. And he lives 1000 miles away and neither of us has any intention of moving in with the other.
After I rested I started to think like a grown-up. I have always reacted to negative things in my life by flying into a panic. Even something as unimportant as a flat tire. Everything. Well, so Allen is not perfect. Neither am I. He sat and listened attentively as I told him about my MC and he understands it as well as anyone who does not have it can. That counts for a lot. On the day when I had a little flare-up he stayed with me and literally nursed me back to normalcy. Nobody could have been kinder and more thoughtful.
Now am I going to abandon this person whom I have told I love just because of something that MIGHT happen??? No. That would be childish and cowardly. Life is full of uncertainties and being a grown-up means being able to cope with its ambiguities. If and when Allen does something that is inappropriate, then I will re-think this whole situation. In the meantime I am going to go right ahead and love him as much as I do and always have.
The confession here is not about Allen. It is about me. How at 63 you can still think like a child. A spoiled child. That has stopped. The panic is over. And if I do panic, that is not the time to make decisions. Thank God I came to my senses before I made a horrible mistake and hurt someone for no real reason.
Love is not just a feeling, it is a conscious activity.
Love,
Sally