Romance On the Road

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I want to go on a road trip. Just you and me. The highway, the radio, the blue sky, the back roads, and windows down. We will talk about everything and nothing. We will make memories we will never forget. Just you and me.

The Great Adventure

This blog started out as Love Letters Across the Miles. After a rough few years we are ready to put the past behind us. That chapter is closed and I turn the page in my life’s book, ready to begin a new chapter.

My husband and I decided to quit our jobs, rent out our house and move to Mexico for a year. My husband, myself and 2 cats are leaving in less than two weeks. After the year is up we may decide to stay in Mexico or travel on to another destination. I have decided to write about my journey and my new life adventure.

We have given most of our clothes to the local homeless shelter, sold or junked most of our possessions, except for a few totes of important things that I have put into storage, and sold 2 out of 3 vehicles. Travel documents are purchased, house is almost empty except for furnishings (I am renting the house furnished). I am excited.

 

 

The Insidious Poison of Disengagement in Your Relationship

When one partner in the relationship begins to disengage…. this is the warning sign of impending doom. Beyond the worst argument, the most hurtful betrayal, the cruelest words — disengagement is death knell for any relationship.

Disengagement is simply the loss of willingness to invest time, energy, and emotion into the relationship. It is flat-lining, going belly up without caring enough to put up a fight, much less to put in the work needed to keep the relationship alive and thriving. Of not caring. Of letting the connection go. Of not being willing to devote time and effort to the relationship.

When the people we love or with whom we have a deep connection stop caring, stop paying attention, stop investing and fighting for the relationship, trust begins to slip away and hurt starts seeping in. Disengagement triggers shame and our greatest fears—the fears of being abandoned, unworthy, and unlovable. What can make this covert betrayal so much more dangerous than something like a lie or an affair is that we can’t point to the source of our pain—there’s no event, no obvious evidence of brokenness.

You are bound but unraveling at the same time. It only takes one person to disengage for the poison to spread and infect the relationship. Eventually the person trying to engage and seeking engagement from the other will give up. Sometimes this is exactly what the disengager wants. They are passively trying to end the relationship. Other times they are blind to the havoc they are creating and only wake up when their loved gives them a wake-up call or walks away.

Full article: http://liveboldandbloom.com/02/relationships/the-insidious-poison-of-disengagement-in-your-relationships

Longing

I long for the way he looks at me and tells me he loves me.

I long for that text message on my phone that says he’s thinking of all the” naughty” things we can do when he gets home. I’d spend the rest of the day daydreaming about that night.

I long to feel his fingers tangled in my hair.

I long for the way his hands run over my skin as we misbehave.

I long for a few simple words that can cause me to shudder deep inside.

I long to look into his eyes and see that same desire looking back at me.

Absence

You may be out of my sight but you aren’t out of my mind.

I miss you.

The Forever Wait

The forever wait is finally coming to an end.

My silly girl heart will soar as I wait for my flight to close the distance between you and me. I’ll smile at everyone around me as I impatiently wait for the announcement that my flight is boarding.
 
(It’s been so long since these arms held. Since these knees got weak.)

Then, somewhere around halfway, I’ll start to savour the giddiness I feel as I inch closer to you … knowing that you are there, waiting for me, with those arms open wide. Just for me.

In Your Arms

I can’t wait to lie next to you at night and fall asleep in your arms… it’s where I belong.

After almost an entire year apart, tomorrow night, in your arms is exactly where I’ll be.