sherrillee

My hubbie and I have just gone through a craptastic couple of days. My hubbie slipped and tumbled on the stairs Friday morning, bashing his chin (a huge purple bruise blossomed) and broke his leg (awesome!)) and scared the crap out of me. I had to rush him to the hospital - 50 minutes away. Since he wasn't actively bleeding out his ears, we ended up waiting over four hours for ex-rays, and even longer for the cast, etc. By the time we were home the day was entirely shot to Hades. And I got to spend the entire weekend trying to get things setup to accommodate him and his crutches.

Of course, he's milking it for all it's worth. (The BIG baby - he's so pitiful!) But, he's being sweet and loving, and wants constant attention.

Me, I'm shaken, irrationally angry (damn gravity!), and in need of a good hole to crawl into. I feel guilty about going to work and leaving him alone. And, now when I get home, I'm irrationally angry that he hasn't done ANYTHING. When i've been on crutches, I still had to cook, clean, and do laundry. Funny, how that works, isn't it?

So while waiting in the emergency room (that's a misnomer) I get into a conversation with this very needy woman who tells me how lucky I am (And, I have to the good grace to know that I am) and how lonely she is. Why is it that complete strangers approach me to share their woes with me, whenever I'm held captive in a waiting room?

Which brings me to the point of this blog.

Loneliness.

I just want to share with you the conversations I used to have with my now-married best girlfriend (the one who met and married the groomsman at our wedding). She used to sob to me on the phone or, in darker moods, just say in her best, most convincingly rational voice that not everyone got married, and that maybe the jerk who had broken her heart had been her one chance.

I KNEW that this wasn't true, and II'd tell her over and over that she was a wonderful, beautiful, fascinating person who was destined to find an equally wonderful mate. I KNEW it. She'd just say, "I know you believe that because you're a romantic, and things worked out for you, but it doesn't happen for everyone." You know what? It did happen for her.

The when and where and who shocked the hell out of her, but it was, and is, a life changing, soul feeding love that brings them happiness every day. (This is not to be confused with "Happily Ever After" - they worry about the normal stuff like money, career fulfillment, whether their temperamental dog will misbehave at the dog park, getting pregnant, etc.).

My point is, even though my BGF was positive that true love would never come to her, it did.
And, I see this all the time with my friends. A guy friend of mine dated someone sort of evil for five years, got engaged, and then GOT DUMPED BY HER ON HIS BIRTHDAY. Yes, true story. But now he's getting married next month to a much, much kinder, nicer, and cooler person. Seriously, she's a bereavement counselor at a hospital how's that for a karmic turnaround from fiance number one?

When people are cool, and smart, and don't fit into life's cookie cutter, they may have to wait a little longer to find someone as weird and cool as they are. You can't share your life with some boring, lame person, right? You need someone who will truly get your unique world view - and they may not be the first person to come up on your "eharmony" profile. But I truly believe that everyone - from my fierce, mercurial BGF to my husband's "stuck-in-the-sixties" with "40-cats-on-an-island" uncle - (yes, on his third try, he's happily married) - has a mate out there, just as eager to find you as you are to find them.

Oh, I hear some whining, apparently someone needs a little attention. Gotta go!

P.S. If I'm not around as much over the next few weeks - you now know why.....Bear with me and send healing thoughts his way will you, please?

(If he wasn't so cute - I'd just kill him....)