The best part of having a partner was talking about making decisions and future plans.
Drinking and smoking.
Babe and I were two totally different people, but we were attracted to each. With Babe, I experienced and learned more about myself. I got to meet this incredible, intelligent, gorgeous human being. In my eyes and in my heart always knew he was The One. Just thinking about him and remembering how our eyes met still brings me love struck. Everyone around us thought it was puppy love. lol - my heart said ‘Bitch, you’re fucked’.
I’m sitting in my garage. Looking at our vehicles. Listening to George Strait and Dierks Bentley. Drinking beer and smoking. This was our thing, drinking, listening to music, talking. I miss this. I miss us. We were supposed to grow old together. Surrounded by our grandchildren.
We were actually talking about retiring in our 50’s, moving to Mexico, living next to the ranch where they make mezcal.
Well you know what happened.
My sister said to me ‘you may never know, Eric might send someone to you’.
lol - yea right
No one’s gonna be at my husband’s level. Babe is my one in a million.
Making decisions on my own, is tough. There are things I ask him but he doesn’t answer me. There are things I have to figure out. And whatever I decide it effects the people around me.
I know for many, Babe has been gone for 10+ months but for me it feels like yesterday.
My co-worker lost her husband five years ago and she says she feels like it was just yesterday. She says everything has been untouched. His wallet, cell phone next to his side of the bed. She has two jobs so she can’t feel the emptiness in her home.
Shit, will this be me?
All I know is, I’m in love with Babe. My future? Do I have one? I had one. And it was supposed to be an awesome one.
All I know for sure is that I’ll be drinking, smoking and listening to music by myself. I guess that’s my future. Being by myself.
Was falling in love this deep with Babe, worth it?
Yea it was. He is still my everything.
Like George Strait said ‘there’s a difference in living and living well’
I lived it with my Babe
~ M
Drinking and smoking.
Babe and I were two totally different people, but we were attracted to each. With Babe, I experienced and learned more about myself. I got to meet this incredible, intelligent, gorgeous human being. In my eyes and in my heart always knew he was The One. Just thinking about him and remembering how our eyes met still brings me love struck. Everyone around us thought it was puppy love. lol - my heart said ‘Bitch, you’re fucked’.
I’m sitting in my garage. Looking at our vehicles. Listening to George Strait and Dierks Bentley. Drinking beer and smoking. This was our thing, drinking, listening to music, talking. I miss this. I miss us. We were supposed to grow old together. Surrounded by our grandchildren.
We were actually talking about retiring in our 50’s, moving to Mexico, living next to the ranch where they make mezcal.
Well you know what happened.
My sister said to me ‘you may never know, Eric might send someone to you’.
lol - yea right
No one’s gonna be at my husband’s level. Babe is my one in a million.
Making decisions on my own, is tough. There are things I ask him but he doesn’t answer me. There are things I have to figure out. And whatever I decide it effects the people around me.
I know for many, Babe has been gone for 10+ months but for me it feels like yesterday.
My co-worker lost her husband five years ago and she says she feels like it was just yesterday. She says everything has been untouched. His wallet, cell phone next to his side of the bed. She has two jobs so she can’t feel the emptiness in her home.
Shit, will this be me?
All I know is, I’m in love with Babe. My future? Do I have one? I had one. And it was supposed to be an awesome one.
All I know for sure is that I’ll be drinking, smoking and listening to music by myself. I guess that’s my future. Being by myself.
Was falling in love this deep with Babe, worth it?
Yea it was. He is still my everything.
Like George Strait said ‘there’s a difference in living and living well’
I lived it with my Babe
~ M