I’ve never been the biggest fan of romance novels. They’ve
always come across as a little too fake. That sappy, sudden and intense love
the characters develop never sucked me into a state of suspended disbelief. Life
just does not work that way, end of story.
It takes months to develop a deep connection to another
person (your own children not included.) Sure, lust can smack you in the face
and blind side you, masquerade as love. Yes, you can care for another after
only a few moments. But love, real love that transcends the physical connection
and human compassion? Yeah, I didn’t believe it was possible; thus, romances
never held much for me.
Until recently, very recently, when I met a man. I knew
right away that we would hit it off. We have too much in common; share too many
interests, beliefs and passions not to. Then there’s the physical attraction,
the chemistry, that spark that muddles my head when he’s near.
We spend hours upon hours talking about everything and that
connection deepened. Over the course of a week, the impossible happened and now
I can’t imagine my life without him. He’s not perfect, but he’s perfect for me.
The first time we hugged, just hugged, I had an intense sense of homecoming. The
void in my life didn’t just fill in, it disappeared completely, it was as if it
never even existed.
I’ve never been this truly happy, my patience with my girls
has expanded ten fold, I find myself wanting to play with my children, a
passion I never thought I was capable of. I look forward to waking up each
morning and I can roll out of bed and face the day without working myself up to
it.
Each day my pain gets less and this morning I woke up
without being all but blinded with pain, I didn’t have a headache, sore joints
or stiff muscles. My stress and worries haven’t disappeared by any means but I
am better equipped to face them now.
Yes, I’ve learned a priceless lesson-there’s fact to
fiction. Those sappy romances do have semblance to real life. It may be crazy,
it may go against social norms but I could care less. I’m a better person, a
better mother and a better writer for it and that’s what really matters.
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