Dating

The Precious Gift

Once upon a time there were two people who lived on a beautiful green and blue planet. Each was raised in another part of the world, they spoke different languages, went to different schools and their lives were unique, for all but one thing, each had the same hope. One man was a poet, the other a painter.

Ok, so one some level despite the hope I would be wrong my intuition could not have been more correct. I got dumped by the guy I was seeing. Not for the reasons that were spoken but for other reasons that were not spoken. The interesting fact is that I should have known this was a game and I should have never played…but how does one tell?

I just realized that I sound like a love sick school girl in the last post. So I thought I would add some context...as soon as I can as Bryce just woke up. I have to take him to Mass Eye and Ear to see a specialist this morning. Basically this single parent simply fantasizes about the love and support of a committed partner who gets it. This morning, I hope my kids are alright.

I am one who believes in “full disclosure” and I would like to paint a picture of me and my life so you can decide if there is a possibility of beginning, well, a beginning. As someone who writes for a living this is one of the hardest things I have had to write. I am 41, and had my own law firm but returned to a career in financial services for reasons that I will tell you about in a bit. I went to law school later in life after my best friend was killed by her husband.