I Get It, We Can Survive Anything. Now Can I Get Some Rest?

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Okay, I get. It’s you and me against the world. The universe must think I need a zillion reminders of that or something. I get it. We’re a team. We can survive anything. Now can I have some peace and quiet?

That was sort of a joke. Sort of not.

Because our relationship was birthed in chaos. I met you at a time in my life when everything was falling apart. And you were there for me. As a friend, as a confidant. Love kind of snuck up on us, you know? I was just happy to have someone to talk to when everything was going to hell. I never imagined we’d become more than that. And certainly not what we are now.

I thought that was the end of the chaos, when that first turbulent time stabilized. But I was wrong. It was just the beginning. There have been so many storms since then. A string of bad luck. Job stuff, money stuff, life and death stuff.

Every time, we’ve been there for one another. One of us has always righted the ship before it sank (sometimes both of us). Every time one of us went through something, we got a little closer. I was really hoping for a bit of stability and then the chaos spread its wings and folded in everyone — when the pandemic struck. My dad died. Deep political and social unrest. And the pandemic stretched on.

Last week, there were blackouts all over the state of Texas. We survived our first natural disaster together, worked together to keep from freezing to death. I keep thinking about what the Hallmark card for that would even look like. Probably like something out of Sim City — what the map looks like when all the disaster meters are set on high.

Anyway, if you’ve been feeling similar lately — like it’s nonstop and never-ending — you’re not alone.

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