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It's funny how paths get crossed.
I went to see Kess last night. She's moving out in a few weeks too.
She's moving in with her boyfriend. They broke up early last year, due to parental pressure, mostly - Kess' parents didn't want them together (she is ONLY 27!). But they stayed in touch. And still loved each other, it seems.
So the last few months, she's been jetting over to see him every few days or weeks. Staying with him, just getting to know him, finding their feet again. So she's jobhunting, moving to be with him.
She was a bit worried about telling me. And then surprised when the only emotion I evinced was "Woohoo! Go you, hon!" It's nice, knowing I'm not the only one who wants what I do. Who needs out like I do.
It's nice knowing that someone who understands is there.
Then Mum and I were talking about someone else, later last night. She's also moved away from our childhood faith, and seems happy, as far as I know - I haven't seen much of her in the last few years, but. Maybe Mum realises more than I think, because she made a point of assuring me last night that, whatever else happens, she's my mother and she will love me, whatever I do.
There are unforgiveable crimes, of course. Abusing my grandmother as my ShitCousin did. Becoming vitriolic about her faith, as OtherShitCousin did. I wouldn't do it anyway, I love my family, and I still hold respect for her faith, even though I no longer share it. But it made me feel better, knowing that she's there behind me.
I went to see Kess last night. She's moving out in a few weeks too.
She's moving in with her boyfriend. They broke up early last year, due to parental pressure, mostly - Kess' parents didn't want them together (she is ONLY 27!). But they stayed in touch. And still loved each other, it seems.
So the last few months, she's been jetting over to see him every few days or weeks. Staying with him, just getting to know him, finding their feet again. So she's jobhunting, moving to be with him.
She was a bit worried about telling me. And then surprised when the only emotion I evinced was "Woohoo! Go you, hon!" It's nice, knowing I'm not the only one who wants what I do. Who needs out like I do.
It's nice knowing that someone who understands is there.
Then Mum and I were talking about someone else, later last night. She's also moved away from our childhood faith, and seems happy, as far as I know - I haven't seen much of her in the last few years, but. Maybe Mum realises more than I think, because she made a point of assuring me last night that, whatever else happens, she's my mother and she will love me, whatever I do.
There are unforgiveable crimes, of course. Abusing my grandmother as my ShitCousin did. Becoming vitriolic about her faith, as OtherShitCousin did. I wouldn't do it anyway, I love my family, and I still hold respect for her faith, even though I no longer share it. But it made me feel better, knowing that she's there behind me.
