Instead of a photo of him, as I continue, this Fool-in-love, to protect his privacy, I have inserted as the featured image, the dress I wore on my last date with him..
But for your pleasure I hope, a list of D-Words, that I once called him previously, they are all nice, no profanity here, but here’s the list:
Deceitful Dissimulating Dirty Dog of a man
Do not Deserve to be Higginson
(once) Diurnally Delightful
I am all out of D—words right now. Dumbfounded, (self)-deceived. Oh the deleterious propensity of this entire matter, the utter disaster, the difficult debacle, disenchantment, displeasure, disillusionment, that too. “Corner of your eye”, but never the center.
–I do not worry about hearing from him any further. He did me wrong, but no need to dwell on that. I intend to be happy regardless.
Over the forty years of involvement with him, I have always forgiven him, and I don’t know that I can go through this again. And he seems definite this time. His silence is what is so utterly unnerving.
I have been
With this out of my system, I hope that he and I can get back to more important things like how much I love him. I really do. And how much he cares about me.