There have been a lot of additions and subtractions in my life lately.
Some positive, some… not so much.
But, I have to deal with all of them, get through them. I must celebrate the good, and grieve for the bad.
The Good News:
I started OnlySon on blogging this last week. He has been writing short, flash fiction for a little while now, and enjoys putting stories down. I’ve read some of his stuff, and he has a promising future as a fiction writer. He’s gifted in his storytelling, and can pull a reader in with the emotional and descriptive things he writes. It’s all a little twisted and somewhat on the darker side, but – who am I to speak to that? After all, I write a lot of monster stories, myself!
When we first set up his blog, he was sort of “meh” about it, nonchalant and noncommittal. But… after he posted his first piece of flash fiction, he got a couple of almost instantaneous “likes” and was strutting like a fluffed-up peacock with pride. He turned to me and said “You know, this IS going to go to my head.”
I said “Good, it should. You need to know that other people enjoy your stories as much as I do. You’re good at this.”
I want him to know that he has a definite talent, instead of always being told he’s not “good enough”, or “smart enough”. He has a tough time in school, sometimes, and I know that his self-esteem isn’t always at the top end. So this positive feedback from relative strangers is massively good for him.
Yes, there are things he could work on, and I’ve told him that I will help him with editing anytime he wants, but that I will NOT restrain him from writing whatever he wants. This is HIS outlet, and I won’t squash that.
The Bad News:
I am on my own again. There was a man I was in a relationship with, long distance, but I could handle that. He hurt me emotionally, and I don’t know if there’s a glue that can fix that..
I am left to find my own way once more.
It hurts – immensely. I’ve cared about him for a long time, and was really hoping it would become something more. But you can’t change the weather, you can’t fix someone else’s problems for them, and you can’t change their mind when they refuse to talk to you, hear you, or give you a chance to prove them wrong.
I don’t want to be alone for the rest of my life. I want someone I can share my life with, that I can share his too. I want someone who will touch me like he means it, who will be there through the happy and the sad. I want a partner I can stand beside and walk through life with.
I want someone who is not going to disappear on me, as others have.
I am an eternal romantic optimist, but this is a blow. And it will take time to trust anyone else enough to believe that they won’t simply take off.
Additions and Subtractions.
And me, with my allergy to math.