So, my ex and I went to dinner with two friends of ours. They met my ex through theatre, so I met them through my ex. We went to a lovely Italian restaurant. They know the owners, so the food and the service is always wonderful. I was scared about eating in public. I only had once piece of the entree, which I didn't finish and I know everyone noticed, but our friends are too polite to say anything. They'll probably mention my weight and my eating next time we see them. When we hugged and kissed good bye, I felt her arms tighten around my waist.
The night was just so perfect. These three people are people I could tell anything too. We spoke about my feelings after my Dad died, how worried I am about my sister and brother, how I hate my sister in law for what she said to me and how she treats my brother. We spoke about my feelings towards my mother and her..... thing. We spoke about my work. My hopes for my degree. They are always so interested in me, my opinions and everything in my life.
They told me I need to get back into the theatre. This year, I will try. They told me I need to find an intellectually stimulating job. That I have brains and I need to be in a work environment to use them. She actually told me she thought I had the brains to be a vet. No one but my father, and maybe R has said that about my level of intelligence. I was amazed.
They inspire me with everything they do. They are two of the most intelligent, energetic and amazing couples. She has survived bowl cancer and he lives with a tricky form of diabetes. She also has meniere's disease, an increasingly tricky illness that affects balance, movement and so many other things. But they both refuse to let things beat them. She's decided that she wants to be a celebrant. She also wants to think about arranging funerals. She wants to spend time helping people through joy and pain. She would be perfect. If it wasn't for her, her husband and my ex, I wouldn't have gotten through last year or been where I am now. I love these people with all my heart.
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