A Knitting Affair

SO. I have been holding out on those of you who do not live close to me.  I have a boyfriend. We have been together for 7 months and have been getting slightly more serious as time goes along.  He is older (yes I do like them that way) and has kids of his own.  He understands my dedication to my family and respects the boundaries I have erected.

We have been talking over the past month or so about if/when we want to meet each others’ kids. We decided on Wednesday night that we still were not ready to take that step. We like how things are right now (yes this does mean we have copious amounts of s.e.x. and it is awesome _overshare I know .. but deal with it_).

Anyways. This week/weekend I am out at Chestermere Lake staying with my cousin’s while their parents are out of town. Iain has seizures so needs someone to be with him during the night.  I had taken friday off of work with the thought that I could spend some time with my other 2 cousins just hanging out. Fate has a wonderful way of intervening sometimes and doing whatever she wants.

I got a phone call on Thursday afternoon from the boyfriend (his name is David).  He was getting x-rays done.  To make a super long story short, he broke his Tibia.  It was not a good break though it could have been worse.  So I’ve been dividing myself between the lake and the hospital.  He had surgery this morning and now is on the mending process even though he is in a ton of pain.

SO. Now we get to the story. Because of this accident. I have now met his daughter and spent about 7 hours straight with her. I’ve spoken to one of his sons and will meet the other one tomorrow.  Ralph (my ex) came in to see him twice to see how he was doing and then helped me take David’s car back to his house.  Ralph and I ended up having a coffee this morning to discuss David meeting Cameron (we made a pact early on to discuss who our child meets relationship wise) and agreed that it was ok since I’ll be David’s primary care giver for the next 6 weeks until he can put weight on his leg (it may be 10 weeks of no weight .. not sure yet).

Fate. She is funny. She took what we had agreed upon and completely and totally turned it around so that we now did not have a choice but to integrate our lives that much more.

I fell in love with David a few months back.  I wasn’t too pleased about it because I knew that he didn’t feel the same way, even though he did have strong feelings for me.  He had a big “like” for me.  For the first time ever I have given myself over to my feelings and not tried to control the relationship and where it was headed. Part of why I haven’t blogged about it sooner. I think that I was worried about having it all slip away from me. But now I’m not so much. Since he’s stuck with me for at least the next 6-12 weeks *G*.

The man is on a ton of morphine. He said that he loved me and me being there with his is what made him feel better. In his drug induced haze he would reach out his hand trying to find mine. His daughter says that I’m the best girlfriend that he’s ever had. She likes me. I am extremely happy about that too.

Hopefully, he feels the same about me when the morphine is gone…