Momma told me never to settle.
Even at 42, “No settling, girlie.”
We watch Facebook way too closely. We see people who waited their whole lives for love … and what loves they end up finding makes us so sad.
Beautiful people we have loved for a long time, inside and out … taking the first thing that comes along.
Basically, when you are finally ready to introduce the world to your significant other, you want, “Dayum, girl!” to be the response. In a good way.
Mom even left this on my FB wall one year ago today, which is what inspired this …
But a couple of weeks ago, as I was sort of going with a random flirtation in my world that I wasn’t ever planning to tell her about …
She says to me, “It’s OK if you settle, Goddess.”
Me: “WHAT?!”
Mom: “I don’t think I can live with this pain anymore. I need to know you’re not alone. Maybe you shouldn’t hold out anymore. I need to know you’re happy.”
Me: Lots of tears. Lots and lots of tears. Same kind of ugly tears I had today when she told me she packed up our New Year’s decorations and said she changed the 2017s to 2018 “just in case.”
But to rewind from today a bit …
She’s since backpedaled on the settling.
Mostly after seeing my one beautiful friend with her dopey-ass boyfriend and even-dopier gaggle of kids. She went from single and free to fucking Brady Bunch just to say she has a man.
She’s definitely back to, “Don’t ever fucking settle because I will thwap you upside the head from the great beyond.”
I told her she just can’t leave then.
Also, I am so sick and tired of her being sick and me being tired.
God is a last-minute god. A beyond-the-last-minute god. But could we possibly get him to rouse Lazarus BEFORE he’s in the grave, please please please?!?!