What a gorgeous weekend with my beautiful man. We have both been wallowing in our sadness and loneliness for a while now. This winter has not been terribly kind so far. But, this weekend was stunning.
I went to him on Friday after work. With a weekend forecast of a bunch of snow, we were unsure how long I’d be able to stay, he was insistent that I didn’t drive back on bad road conditions. Mercifully, the snow wasn’t as intense as expected and I only had to cut the visit short a few hours.
We spent two glorious days just loving each other. And feeling that love. We watched TV, we got high, we cooked, we ate, we did some chores. We relaxed enough to just be. It was badly needed, and gratefully accepted.
We also fucked a whole lot. More than we have in a while. Our sex has never been disappointing, not once. But this weekend was something special. One I’ll remember. Sex with B is incredible. It’s fun, it’s creative, it’s collaborative, it’s messy, and it is entirely joyful. Every time I think we have exhausted the options and tried everything, there is a new thing to try. Or a new way to do something we’ve already done. It is never dull, it is never routine. I think I could fuck him every day and never be bored.
Cooking together was really wonderful, too. I have written here before about how much I enjoy doing mundane things with him. Cooking is no exception. We both like being in the kitchen. Being in it together is even better. We made a big batch of Bolognese, enough to feed him for several days after I left. I like that.
The big event of the weekend, though, was familial. B took me to meet his mom for the first time. He asked me a while back if I would like to, and of course I had said yes. Everything he has ever told me about her has been completely delightful. Now that I’ve met her I can absolutely see why. She was wonderful.
We spent about two hours sitting and talking about all kinds of things. She had lots of questions about England, which I tried my best to answer. We talked about books, pets, Princess Diana, the Tudors, B’s childhood, his dad and sisters. So many things! I was utterly charmed. It was so easy, she’s incredibly intelligent and so interesting.
As we drove back to his house afterwards, B told me how lovely it was to finally introduce me. It had gone even better than expected. He was so happy. He needed a win, and I had given him one. It was a win for me, too. I needed it just as much as he did.
B called me after I arrived back home this afternoon. He’d talked to his mom and the review was in. She loved me! All of the things I had liked about her, she liked about me too. The visit had been a resounding success. However, she also said that now that she has met me, she finds it even more tragic that B can’t introduce me to his kid. I know he feels that too. I certainly do.
This weekend was a big fat reminder of how fortunate I am. How deeply loved. How my cup is not empty, just because someone else has chosen to stop pouring into it. I have so much love and joy in my life, and I shouldn’t underestimate it.
B is in this with me for the long haul. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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