Best in Decade
What is the best thing to happen in the last ten years?
Well, there are two things/instances, really, but one would not have happened without the other, soooooo…
The first thing is that I got to move to Portland, six years ago, and then three years ago for keeps (I know, that sounds weird. Call the first round practice). I originally found my way here because a friend offered me a place to stay, back when the ex was trying to kill me. It was a very fun year. And very traumatic, as my family cut off all contact with me for leaving the ex who was trying to kill me. “It’s better to stay with him than be alone!” was their motto, to which I responded, “Let’s find out!” No news about home, no holiday chatter or gift exchange, just silence. I stopped writing letters, emailing, and phoning, five months in. That was difficult.
The second time, I was armed with a little savings to live off of, a perfect credit score, and a car, stuffed with whatever I could cram on my grand escape. I coordinated with a friend who was couchsurfing in her mom’s house and wanted her own place, and we’ve been together since. I got a job, and had fun tearing around the convenience store after dark. My family again stopped communicating with me, but I was able to weather that better, except when my sister got her second bout of cancer and nobody would tell me how she was fairing. I only got news a couple of months later that she had passed away. THAT was hard to deal with. I was told after she was buried so that there was no hope of me attending. I still don’t know where she’s buried.
The second thing that was best about the last ten years, was being in the right place (car) at the right time (bored, unemployed, off for a ride) to meet the druid, who was also in the car on this day trip. He took my hand and I was gone. I never dreamed that we could have a relationship, and then I never dreamed that we could have an exclusive relationship, and then I never dreamed that we could live together, but here we are.
He’s my best friend, my truest love, my soulmate, and on, and on.
And though we grew up 70 miles apart, it took a chance meeting in Portland, Oregon, to make it stick.
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Voted “Best of Holidailies 2009” by its panelists. :)
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Oh my, that is horrible, your family not speaking you for leaving an abusive spouse. Not telling you about your sister is… I have no words. Just wrong.
Yay for finding love again!
And congrats on Best of Holidailies.
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