Sunday, October 12, 2008
All about my boyfriend, Bob
This coming Thursday I will have my right knee operated on. I tore the meniscus last year and have lived with the darn thing, thinking the pain would either go away or I could live with it. Neither has happened. I walk around in a manner that reaps pain in other’s eyes. I moan at night and groan during the day. My disposition is horrid, sometimes, and the pain cloud over my head is ever present. Why would anyone want to love me, let alone be with me? Ask my boyfriend, Bob, he thinks I’m fantastic. He wouldn’t change a thing. He loves me just the way I am (except he would like to see me lose weight. I know this because he said so. That’s another entry for another time…you don’t want me to go there, not here. This is a love letter). Anyway, Bob has gone out and bought all the food I love to eat, and other items I may need, so I can be comfortable while I recuperate from the operation at his house. He is such a dear. I have bored him to no end with anxious chatter about the operation, going under anesthesia, the doctor’s qualifications, the recovery time, my future, and heaven knows what else. In my mind, it was bad enough that I ran myself ragged caring for my daughter and mother these past weeks, and not see him, but he does not complain; he just keeps on loving me and telling me how happy he is to have found me. This is a man who loves me. Sometimes I wish I can love myself as much as he loves me.