Me, the hypocritical bitch

So this was me, in 2011.

Holy cow, was I ever feeling particularly bitter that day.

Clearly I needed to get laid er, some chocolate. Yes. Chocolate. At least that my story and I am sticking to it.

But seriously, though, What’s with the hate? Jeez, SSG, just chillax.

I’ve mentioned before that 2010 was a great year for me. I had expected 2011 to be even better but as it turned out it all all downhill from there. And the trend continued for 2012 and 2013.

If you’ve read any of my most recent posts, 2014 didn’t exactly start with the right foot… except for one HUGE thing. Which, unbelievable enough, has its roots in 2013.

So I found myself thinking yesterday afternoon – for reasons that will become very apparent in the near future but I am not to spoil the fun, and I realized Valentine’s, which I had not thought of in a long time, is coming up soon. Even more, that the situation is completely reversed this year.

Which is incredible in many ways. For many reasons.

But the thing is, this year, and as improbable as it was, I have the love of a man. But not just any man. The most loving, caring, compassionate man that ever walked the earth. A man with one of the most beautiful souls I’ve ever knew or heard of. And with a heart as big as Canada.

He’s also the biggest goof, mind you. But then again so am I so that’s actually an asset in my book.

And he loves me. ME.

As broken as I am. As crazy as I am. As flawed and scared as I am. He loves the woman and the frightened little girl. He loves the genius and the stupidity. The quirky sense of humour and the stingy honesty.

He loves the entirety of me!

I will say no more about Valentines. That’s about enough with the cheese.

Mmmmmm cheese.

Epilogue

Nothing like life, to come back and make you swallow your own words, eh?

Although for some strange reason, and in this case, I really don’t mind doing exactly that!

In the still of the night, I wonder no more. There is a man for me.

Time to shout it from the highest hills.

Golden daffodil

Golden daffodil

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19 thoughts on “Me, the hypocritical bitch

  1. Sid Dunnebacke says:

    Makes we wish I’d known you three years ago. I’d have… brought you chocolates…

    Keep talking like this and everyone is going to want one! Actually, everyone should.

    Seriously, you deserve all the love a man has to give, from now until the end of all things.

  2. purplemary54 says:

    I like your attitude! I’ve kind of left romance, etc. behind me. If it happens, great. If it doesn’t, that’s still great. I’ve got enough of all the other kinds of love. :)

  3. Sandee says:

    Beautiful! Thanks for sharing this. You’ve given me — perhaps — the balls to maybe write about my own story in this vein. Hahaha! I checked out that earlier post and can so relate with feeling envious reading about others and their lovey dovey affairs. I’m scrolling, scrolling, thinking, “So what?”, and “How the hell does he get a woman like that?!!”, etc. etc. But I am really glad that you have found someone who loves all of you — that’s ideal! I’m thinking I’m so freakin’ weird — I dunno…

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