A state of catharsis

I’ve never been one for sharing my feelings brilliantly or being great at saying I need a little help or didn’t understand something. Fiercely independent and only up until recently finding my equal. Not a better half as I’m already whole and so is he but my partner, my person that I want to annoy for the rest of our time and always give the corner piece of the cake to. We made a promise to each other to always be open and honest and communicate no matter what our feelings. We talk about everything, plan together, challenge and complement each other, I try and fail at each attempt to mimic his accent and he (and the boys!) successfully replicate mine without fail. We laugh, play music together, he’s always hiding around a corner to scare me and the boys are quickly learning to do this too, I’m not sure what our neighbours think when they hear my gurgling scream, hopefully that Dusty and I are just rooting every night.

It’s very much a family trait on my dad’s side to not show too much emotion. A measure of success being how strong you are, who has the best job, has a womb and has the most money in an account for when you die because that’s when it’s important right? I’m happy to say that my parents and my brother are seemingly dissipating this fallacy. So am I, I have no womb, and with that said we weren’t great at being open and honest until a pivotal moment in my life when I was told I was unwell. There was a notable change in how we communicated with each other. I remember my dad telling me that he loved me since then we both say it nearly every conversation. It was the first real time as adults that we were faced with the potential of loss, how fragile we all really are, so for that I’m thankful. It was shit but I’m glad and lucky.

Be open and honest always, tell me if I have a hair on my chin, if what I said or did annoyed you, that in this very moment you feel happy or sad or wished you had just bought that bird scarf. Just bloody do it.
I’m now in a state of catharsis, like each letter typed was a sip of wine.
On that note, Shiraz it is.