Mama Sick

It has been hard knowing when the right time was to tell this to my readers, but I hope you will share in my happiness. Grant and I have been separated since December and I have been seeing someone.

I actually met “Jacques” (he picked his own pseudonym) on the day I left Grant. He was my neighbor at the hotel. He asked if he could help me unpack my car and of course I told him I could handle it. I didn’t want some strange guy in my hotel room and I thought he was coming on to me! Creep, I thought.

As I got to know him, I realized he was just being a gentleman and neighborly, pretty rare qualities these days.

When I separated from Grant I didn’t expect to be dating anyone until at least Tyler went to college! It was the furthest thing from my mind. When I started to have feelings for Jacques I thought, “No, this can’t be happening right now!” but I couldn’t ignore this wonderful man right in front of me.

Jacques is the type of many who would truly give you the shirt off his back. He makes me dinner, in fact he loves to cook. He mows my lawn and is handy around the house. He treats me like a queen, the way I deserve to be treated, as does any woman.

I have not told Tyler that we are seeing each other as he is still sensitive about Grant and I s’ separation. He thinks Jacques is a friend. In fact he calls Jacques our “butler” because he does so many things for us!

I hope you will share in my joy that I have found a good man, no, a good person, to share my life with right now and hopefully in the future.

Inspired by Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop.

Prompt #3: Write a post inspired by the word: bra

When I saw this prompt, a bra story from the tales of my youthful indiscretions immediately came to mind. It was, at the time, my most embarrassing moment.

Being alone together with my long term boyfriend back in my early 20s was a challenge as we both lived with our parents after we graduated college. If my boyfriend had some money we would find a cheap motel, if not we would find a deserted dark place and fool around in the car.

My God, this is embarrassing to even write!

Anyway, we were messing around in my ’94 Ford Probe. My boyfriend had helped me out of my bra. Caught up in the moment I tossed it in the back seat and somehow I forgot about it. I guess I went home bra-less and it was too late for my parents to be awake and notice.

A few weeks later I took my car in for a full service car wash. I waited at the other end as half a dozen guys dried and vacuumed my car. When they told me it was ready, I noticed big smiles on their faces.

I went to get in to my car and there, in the back seat, laid out all nice and pretty, was my bra.

I was absolutely mortified.

It took me quite a while to go back to that car wash again!