So, I recently reunited with an old flame. No, not the one this blog started about! Greg and I were together for about two years, ending about seven years ago. Despite a rocky ending, Greg and I became the closest of friends in the ensuing years, and somehow, now, have developed or possibly just rediscovered a very intense romantic connection.
I always considered Greg to be the proverbial "one that got away" in many ways, despite the fact that we were together at a very difficult time in both our lives, and our relationship then could have been best described as tumultuous but passionate. Now, approaching a decade later, after an extended friendship and actually learning to listen and communicate with one another (or at least how not to avoid communication!) we have found ourselves back together.
I have always loved Greg, and having one of my closest friends become my intimate partner has always been my ideal combination. When I take away the fears of self image, and remove the pressures of pretense which so often come with a new romantic relationship, Greg and I find ourselves left with a wonderfully open and honest relationship. It is so refreshing! He already knows what I look like in the AM (though I am now 30 lbs lighter!) and has experienced morning breath, has seen me deal with stress and crisis and vice versa. He has seen me at my best, and held my hand through my worst. We have developed a level of trust that I never could have envisioned between us seven years ago. There is only one catch: he has a new best friend (who was not in the picture before) who I can't STAND.
This "bestie" told me within days of meeting me he is in love with Greg, and basically challenged me to a duel. I do not engage in such behavior, and promptly told Carlos (the "bestie") that neither of us could afford Greg's exceptionally lavish lifestyle, and laughed it off. Shortly thereafter, Greg and I found ourselves living together (I know this is moving fast) and Carlos found himself under my roof.
There were first the normal crossings of boundaries like clothes being borrowed without permission. This quickly led to much worse violations, and eventually, a physical altercation.
At the end, it was a fight about Carlos that brought my relationship (and possibly my friendship) with Greg to an end on Thanksgiving night.
But that I will save for another entry.
I always considered Greg to be the proverbial "one that got away" in many ways, despite the fact that we were together at a very difficult time in both our lives, and our relationship then could have been best described as tumultuous but passionate. Now, approaching a decade later, after an extended friendship and actually learning to listen and communicate with one another (or at least how not to avoid communication!) we have found ourselves back together.
I have always loved Greg, and having one of my closest friends become my intimate partner has always been my ideal combination. When I take away the fears of self image, and remove the pressures of pretense which so often come with a new romantic relationship, Greg and I find ourselves left with a wonderfully open and honest relationship. It is so refreshing! He already knows what I look like in the AM (though I am now 30 lbs lighter!) and has experienced morning breath, has seen me deal with stress and crisis and vice versa. He has seen me at my best, and held my hand through my worst. We have developed a level of trust that I never could have envisioned between us seven years ago. There is only one catch: he has a new best friend (who was not in the picture before) who I can't STAND.
This "bestie" told me within days of meeting me he is in love with Greg, and basically challenged me to a duel. I do not engage in such behavior, and promptly told Carlos (the "bestie") that neither of us could afford Greg's exceptionally lavish lifestyle, and laughed it off. Shortly thereafter, Greg and I found ourselves living together (I know this is moving fast) and Carlos found himself under my roof.
There were first the normal crossings of boundaries like clothes being borrowed without permission. This quickly led to much worse violations, and eventually, a physical altercation.
At the end, it was a fight about Carlos that brought my relationship (and possibly my friendship) with Greg to an end on Thanksgiving night.
But that I will save for another entry.
