An Invincible Summer - A Woman's Journey

Nearly every morning, my man wakes with a smile and an attitude as if he has won the lottery. Despite the constant pain, despite the fact that he is doing a young man’s job and working a young man’s hours, he greets the new day as if it were a gift. If I could bottle it, my fortune would rival that of the Amazon man. Yep, sometimes I just want to smack him but most of time I want to get close enough in the hope that a little of it rubs off. 

I was talking to my eldest on Mother's Day. We had a sweet hour of sharing when the subject of her old friends came up. She told me how much she appreciated how hard I worked at getting to know them all and caring for them. It was a kind thing for her to say. It was work. I didn't always like the kids friends but I did try. Anyhooo, as we talked, I got a couple of Mother's Day greetings from a few of those old friends. Perfect timing. My eldest's best girlfriend was Marisa and the two of them had been together through thick and thin. Now in their mid 30's the two of them don't talk all that much but still love each other. I received a warm greeting and the two of us texted back and forth. They are now going by Mars and live in Chicago. They are savvy and creative. They referred to me as a sort of surrogate mom and I delightfully accepted that. It made my day just that much sweeter.

In general, my man is a pussycat. He's on the feminism bandwagon and is finding his way in the LGBTQIA world, just as I am. I've enjoyed watching him grow. But there is one place where toxic masculinity still rules......IN BED. When I say "In Bed", what I mean is that that man, in all his strength and prowess, lets the bed know, in no uncertain terms, who is master. He wrestles her, he clashes and, finally, he dominates that poor bed into submission. The nightly battle teaches the bed who is master and each morning it is I who has to comfort the bed's bruised ego, retuck her corners, put the pillowcases back where they belong and straighten her out. I let her know I'll be there for her when she needs me. Poor gal.....she is practically brand new but already I feel she is giving up. Damn Men! ps. Tongue in cheek. I know toxic masculinity is not a joke pss. I've missed you all. Working girl is figuring out a new balancing act.