For long stretches of time, and return, with updates...
The boy mentioned in previous posts.... is no more. But that's no matter. Because I've met a new one.
We've been "official" for about 6 weeks now. Yeah, 6 weeks, I know. It's hard for me to beleive either. I'm a bitter, doubting person... or I was. But... he's pretty much amazing.
I've come to terms with the fact that my body may fail me in the reproduction department. I still have hope that I'll be able to try, but I'm not so hung up on it. I'm coming up on the 4th anniversary of Patrick's passing, and it's finally starting to feel like a scar, more than a scab that I've picked at.
Work is stressful - I am still traveling on occasion, so I don't get much time to myself anymore. Big changes in my office to, leading me to believe that a company change might be in order sooner than later. I'm not advancing nor is there opportunity to, and with the changes happening, it looks like my chances of moving forward are even worse. So.... it might be time to go back to hunting.
I've been cooking tons, and debating with the idea of starting to post here about it. We shall see if I gain the motivation to do so.
Hope my few followers are still out there.