- working. Has worked. Will work. Work ethic.
- Ideal – love his work, but recognizes need to contribute financially to the family
- parenting possibilities
- will/can provide sib for The Mook – bio or step or adopted
- recognizes that he is not the primary father
- healthy relationship with his mother and other family
- healthy sex drive
- adventurous and open and all that good stuff
- healthy and self-aware: mentally, emotionally, physically
- appreciates the art of communication and the enjoyment of silence
- self-assured and confident
- has a creative outlet
- gives and receives physical touch openly
- an EQUAL partner in all aspects of our lives
Returning home to a stack of clean dishes. Clean dishes that I didn’t clean myself.
The way The Mook says “Ok, mummy”, like it is actually several words. As in “Oh. Kay. Muh. Mee”.
Toddler fashion – no pants, winter boots, Mum’s hat. Makeup compliments of “noodle sauce”.
A stack of books yet to be read.
I’m baffled, wobbling, balancing between wonderings. I need, I crave human touch. Nakedness. Flesh to skin and joyeous abandon. Slow, fast, rough, gentle. Hell, I’d be happy with a hug, a kiss on the neck, a hand on the small of my back, a caress of the inside of my elbow.
I miss it.