Happy birthday, M! Let’s hear it for the men! (a giveaway)
Is there anything left to say about this man that I haven’t said already? I’m sure there is. Here…let me try.
You hear the stories about partners saving each other’s lives so often that it’s become disgustingly cliché, and people who actually were saved by their partners stop talking about it because they get that “not another” eye roll from friends and strangers alike. But fuck it. I’m going there.
I can’t tell you how many ways M has saved me. Literally.
We met through his ex-fiancée who, at the time, was my best friend. Or at least, I thought she was. It started by me answering her phone when he called so I could flirt with him, and then we actually met face-to-face one day when he came to pick up his kids.
A few weeks later, I tried to kill myself. Nobody was going to call the paramedics. My “best friend” called M to see what she should do, and he made her call 911.
He was the only person who called to check on me. And he called multiple times every day. So by the time I got out of the mental ward, though I was still left to face the fact that most of the people I cared about didn’t care about me, I knew, unequivocally, that someone did. And since I couldn’t figure out (at the time) something else about myself that was worthy of living for, I decided that was a good enough reason until I could.
He has saved my life nearly every day since.
I couldn’t always see it. I’m an Aries, and we tend to be very self-centered. I’m always stuck in my own head, and thanks to mental illness, it’s often very dark in there.
It’s funny how you don’t realize that a person is thrusting their hand out to you every chance they get when you’re caught up in your own shit. You have to blink the darkness away, and see their hand an inch from your nose, and hear them begging you to let them hold you up on your own, or none of it exists to you. One day, I was able to blink the darkness away. And there was M, holding his hand out, begging me to grab on. And I did. And now, when the darkness tries to overwhelm me, I look for his hand.
So here’s to M’s mom, old biddy that she is, for giving birth to the man who saves my life daily. I guess I owe that bitch some flowers, or something.
And, ya know, happy birthday to M. Thank the Universe I found you. I love you more.
All right, all right. Enough mushy shit. I promised a giveaway. SheVibe, awesome company that they are, has graciously offered up some penis and prostate related toys for penis and prostate abled bodies. They look pretty damn awesome, if you ask me. Which you didn’t. But I answered you anyway. Check ’em out: