I wonder how the ship captains of yesteryear felt as they first saw the emanating light in the darkest and stormiest of nights. Was it really the beacon in the storm that we have always heard about in the storybooks, saving the lives of sailors from a sure death on the treacherous rocks below?
That's how I felt about my Caribbean boyfriend. When everything was upside down, he was my right side up. When the world was rapidly spinning off its axis, he was my front and center. When the turbulent sea proved too much, he was my lighthouse. An always calming presence in the storms of life.
Today is Christmas, and I am longing for my lighthouse. The Christmas season has always been one of my favorite times of year, but the older I get, the more alone I feel and much less celebratory. I am blessed to spend the holiday with my truly wonderful family, but it's difficult not to dwell on that which I miss the most, someone to hold, someone to care, someone to love. But most of all, someone to shine the way.
Humiliation
After several years in a job I did not love at an employer I did not love, I made a move at the beginning of the year. Though I certainly do...
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