An Unassailably Perfect Week.

Last week was perfect. Except that it didn't last quite 7 days. But it was so excellent that it couldn't even be derailed by...

Well, that can wait.

The week started on Tuesday with my birthday. My birthday used to be my favorite holiday. Christmas, Halloween, New Years all as meaningless as Arbor Day.

That is until 2006. Four straight birthdays were ruined, one by accidental physical illness, 3 by untreated mental illness, not my own.

I had actually given up on my birthday. I wasn't only not going to celebrate them, but wasn't going to acknowledge them, they'd been so poisoned.

No longer keeping company with the one who ruined the day I decided to let it happen. I was flooded with birthday wishes. I was warmed, and cheered, and felt loved.

I had only 2 wishes for the day itself: 1) that the day be as stressfree as possible; 2) that I spend the evening with my lady, Andrea.

Scored on both.

I'd some small fear that someone with a knack for ruining my good mood would try and inflict themselves upon the day, but that didn't happen.

What did happen was I had exactly the time with Andrea that I wanted. No, there will be no details. But it was wonderful. And...vigorous.

It was such a perfect time that I no longer had any of the fear of feeling I'd been experiencing for months. No longer was I afraid of deep emotion or knowing that I felt such. It was like waking up healed. I had a heart, and it was so full...

Those who've known me a long time can imagine my surprise in finding that I'd been shielding myself from emotions, but after the events of last fall I shouldn't have been surprised at all.

These months I've had this wonderful woman, and I finally could feel about her how she deserves.

(As of this writing I've still been nervous/shy/cryptic/(too)subtle about actually saying a certain phrase to her, but baby steps.)

The whole week went this way, with creativity, and exercise, and her, and her ridiculous dogs.

There were conversations with friends, and good times in general.

Then Saturday and the Supermoon. Andrea and I went to the beach to see it, and she got some awesome shots of it. It was a rare occasion for me in that I didn't experience a moon-triggered manic; I felt serene, and happy.

That week I spent every minute I was with Andrea looking at her, and feeling utterly full of love, grateful to be with her, wanting to touch, be touched, wrap around. It was rather awesome.

I haven't had such a run of days in a long time, and never have they come with a certainty of their rightness. I've always had nagging doubts, about whomever I was with, or myself, or someone else.

Now, nonesuch.

So. Sunday night. We are in the middle of...A Moment. My phone goes off. It's The Thing I Used To Be Married To. She with her psychic ability to call at just the wrong time. For no good reason. Not going into every Inspector Clouseau detail of my handling of the ringing; suffice it to say the Moment was ruined.

But not the week. A few minutes of anger, and annoyance, and once I'd burned it off it was done.

I went to bed and tried not to cuddle too much, as Andrea had work in the morning. But laying there next to her, I slept soundly, and without nightmares. Another welcome change.