Dealing With My Life

Setting Operation:My Town in motion required that I enlist some support. I started calling in the cavalry. Seriously, I sent my post to friends - both far and near - and asked for help. I know, I know. I'm the original "I can do it myself" personality. I realized that this was just too big for me to handle alone. And, I have had wonderful friends invite me to dinner, stop over for coffee, and call to give me a "pep" talk from as far away as France! God decided I REALLY needed help!

Now, here's another shocker. I have a man, 14 years my junior, who asked me out to dinner. He thinks I'm beautiful and only two years older than himself. Yeah, I tried to correct him and he wouldn't hear me out. Anyway, I had to have the "I have a civil divorce but I'm still married in the eyes of the Church talk". Said he still wanted to be around me so I countered with "I have to discuss this with my priest".

So, after I went down and gathered all of my belongings in Kentucky (which I loaded up in my car all by myself) - and then unloaded - all by myself, I decided that I needed to go have a talk with Father. Yep, you guessed it. He responded with, "Meet me in the confessional"!Well, on my way to the confessional, my tire went flat - not just a little bit flat, all the way to the ground, no way it's going to hold air, flat. Fortunately, a state trooper stopped, then a city policeman, and I had company until the AAA guy arrived. Do I need to state that the one civilian who stopped was Him? The one person that I did NOT want to see - yeah, my ex. I didn't have my panic meds with me and I proceeded to have a bit of a meltdown in the officer's patrol car. The officer was awesome and I don't think that my ex realized anything. So, several hours later, and two new tires later (my spare was flat, too) - I finally returned home - unable to see Father that day. I was shaky, near tears, and that younger male friend called to check on me - he ended up stopping by right after work for 10 minutes just to give me a much-needed hug.

Next morning, there I am, at the confessional - 10 days after my last confession. I went through everything with Father - having to move out, my new friend, the flat tires, the meltdown, etc, etc, etc. All the way through the hug and being asked out to dinner. Truly, after having felt so strong, that had dissipated and I was a mess. But I was gathering my strength once again to head out East to help take care of my daughter and her two little girls because she had called and asked me to come. Father blessed me and told me that I really had nothing to confess this time.

Shocking, I know. He told me to sit on the porch and have a beer with my friend - go out and have dinner. Told me that I wasn't the one doing anything to not receive communion for because I'm not the one who walked out on the marriage - he knows my values and morals - said I deserved a hug now and then (Father gives me hugs every Sunday). I've had quite the long discussion with my friend - he says it sucks but he'd rather be around me as a friend than not at all. So, we have to find him a woman to date.

Because I'm still moving when my house sells. I have a plan.