Psychic Wives with Red Neck Husbands
There is a secret I have learned about myself. The fascinating bad boys of my past that seemed to fill my heart and soul with passion weren't about love, just anxiety. They brought roses, sent my heart a flutter with spiritual talk but had no interest at all in a real relationship. I wasn't perfect. But I knew I deserved more then the sense of utter loss I had with men who left me feeling enlightened by their conversation and sensitivity, but couldn't stay the coarse. In my quest to find men of identical interests, stimulating conversation, a hint of drama and stunning good looks, to my disappointment they grew bored easily. Worse yet I became a pleading child for their attention as they distanced. That's when I made the choice. No love was better then bad love. And my God life became easier!
After raising my son, like all moms, I worried about whether I had done enough, then watched him fly away to his own life. I expected to be completely lost. I did my best as a parent, but realized I was perfectly happy to live alone. I`d also given the soul mate thing more then enough tries. I liked me without anxiety. My hair and nails grew; my eating patterns straitened out. I bought a new house, devoted all work as a full time Intuitive and the phone rang happily with friends and clients. I built a strong circle of friends and gave them the same focus I used to give men. I was amazed how fulfilling just having good friends could be. And that's when "He" came in a truck full of bar bells and a Philodendron plant named "Frank". It was easy not to go into anxiety. He stuck like gum under my shoe.
My new attitude brought interest that hours applying make up and wearing the perfect jeans could not bring. A very basic man was he. {A few years before he would have bored me to tears. Much too easy!} He was totally unlike what I was attracted to. He allowed me to shine without competition. Our silences were comfortable. As I read my Spiritual books he read his Tom Clancy. He was a die hard Republican and I was a Liberal. Our first fight was over Politics. He had no idea what "New Age" was. Add to that, he was years younger then myself. One day I noticed Frank the Philodendron was getting heavy with heart shaped leaves, its vines draping over the windows. That was a sign of lush comfort. To my complete shock....this relationship worked! And after 13 years it still does. Is it perfect? No. But I have never felt happier and a fulfilled psychic gives clear readings.
So has my idea of what a soul mate is changed? Yes....and here is what I believe mine is:
1}Someone who can tell me I am beautiful in the morning even when I have bags beneath my eyes.
2} Someone I can sit quietly beside that won't think I am boring if I don't want to talk.
3} Someone that can read in bed beside me even if its a Tom Clancy war book and I'm reading "The Secret."
4} Someone that loves to joke with me, and love our animals like kids.