I choose to live in the unfolding... I see through my own conditioned responses: I disentangle. And I do so, broken open, as joyously as I can.
My sisters and I watched it for years. It made us angry, so we chose emotionally damaged boy/men at early ages. They divorced theirs. I stayed. And left.
I never thought I’d be married, or have children, and sometimes it still surprises me. But we just celebrated our twelfth anniversary, 16 years as a couple, and are happier and stronger than ever. I feel incredibly lucky that we met. With that initial luck, conscious creation, and ...
The texture of commitment hasn’t been a grandiose cinematic score. Daily, it feels more like a Bach Suite -- sweet, rhythmic, flowing, precise, simple.
And as I was attempting to teach him the sophistication of Kama Sutra, he showed me, for the first time, sex in its most basic form.
It’s... Fear, sitting in his dark corner with a smirk, twisting his mustache and rubbing his hands together, plotting our paralysis.