This is the year I finally let myself go and accept that I do love. In my fiftieth year on this planet I found a man that I could truly love. Two broken marriages and a lot of hurt and confusion led me to believe that this could never happen for me. My children are not part of this equation. This is unconditional love that is reserved only for them. But something has changed. I find myself telling my friends ‘I love you’ when I say bye after a chat on the phone. I tell my mother ‘I love you’ even though I know she won’t remember this as she has dementia.
I love the people in my art class and writing class. Truly – I do. They give freely of themselves and trust me when sharing their inner thoughts – in words and paint. I’ve learnt to put my arms around someone and say ‘I love you’. My partner’s grateful.