“A box of gorgeous flowers just landed on my desk and made me cry at work. I hope you’re happy.”
Confession: I knew it was going to be hard to have J. move to London. Even if it was just for a few months, I knew I would hate it; I’d feel lonely, bored, occasionally bitter, and all of this would war against my very real excitement for and pride in him. But looking at a roller coaster and riding one are two very different things, my doves, and I’ve felt a little miffed by the experience so far. Granted, I’ve got this marvelous cocktail of female hormones flooding my system right now, so that can’t be helping.
I’m not an overly emotional person, but I’ve never felt so weepy in my life as this past month. Talking to him on Skype for the first time – stuttering in my throat. When suddenly his face popped up on my screen (I don’t have a camera for my computer yet although he does, but we hadn’t been using it) – eyes watering. Today when a box of beautiful flowers showed up on my desk – full on tears.
I married him and he turned me into a girl. The horror.
But, ladies, everything I know about love I learned from this guy, so take my advice on this. If a man stays up until midnight just to Skype with you because he, “likes listening to you talk,” run away with him. Immediately. Sooner if he’s got flowers. Even if they make you cry.