Ray prepared a fantastic dinner this evening.  Seared tuna fillets with mashed garlic sweet potatoes and a medley of sautéed carrots, yellow peppers and onions topped off with bread dipped in olive oil & balsamic vinegar. After setting the table, I put on Pat Metheny’s “One Quiet Night” and poured some more wine.
As we ate dinner, I, for some reason, started reminiscing about how miserable I was being single throughout my twenties. I remembered yearning for someone who was real. Someone who would take care of me simply by being present. Someone handsome, confident and smart who would love me unconditionally. Someone I could love back…  I was drifting away on these thoughts when my gaze fixed on the man sitting in front of me. There he was. Someone.
Ray and I hit the sixteen year mark last Saturday.  I am more in love with him now than I ever was.  After all these years there is one thing that he and I have that no person in the world can deny — we’re married!  Sure the whole legal benefits are missing from the package but for all intents and purposes Ray and I are married and no one can stop it.
We are so married.
I love my man and mark my words, there isn’t a day that goes by when I don’t look up in the sky and whisper, “thank you” not only for Ray but for my health, my life…my everything. In the spirit of thanks, I’d like to take a moment to broadcast this message to the universe:
Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!
The last year was really difficult for me. Â I would have gone crazy if it weren’t for my Ray.
Sixteen years…shit!
Happy Sixteen to you both!!
Happy Anniversary, Cobban and Ray. What you two have together is something very special and very rare.
Before I met George I made peace with the notion that I would be alone for the rest of my life. Then I met George six years ago and all of a sudden my life completely changed.
I love and adore him and could not even imagine my life without him anymore. He came into my life right before a personal tragedy unfolded and I can’t even begin to describe how much George helped me through one of toughest times I’ve ever had to face. If this is not true love and compassion than I don’t know what else is.
George and I registered for Domestic Partnership here in Nevada last year. But all the religious ceremonial circus acts and legal mambo-jambo mean nothing if one doesn’t have a true loving companionship.
To some this may sound corny and sappy but I agree with you on this one, Cobban. I too am very thankful for my man, our love and devotion, and everything in-between what we share and experience together. I’m not religious and very spiritual but whoever or whatever is responsible for bringing George and I together, I’m grateful in ways I can’t even describe.
Cobban, you and I are very lucky people to have our wonderful men in our lives. And I’m very happy for you and Ray.
What a lovely tribute to Ray. Happy anniversary to both of you. I couldn’t agree more regarding the idea of being married whether it is recognized or not. It is so much the same way with Leon and myself, about to celebrate our 28th. I’m glad that you both found each other.
I know that you enjoy quoting song lyrics. Was your message to the universe supposed to be quoting Kind and Generous by Natalie Merchant?
“I remembered yearning for someone who was real. Someone who would take care of me simply by being present. Someone handsome, confident and smart who would love me unconditionally. Someone I could love back…”
I still feel this way. And I also feel like Jim did…making peace with the notion that I would be alone for the rest of my life. Strange, but I have always felt that way – as far back as I can remember. I don’t see a strong, handsome knight riding up on his faithful steed, sweeping me off my feet. I just don’t think that’s going to happen to me. It feels like time has run out.