Happy No-Man-iversary!

Pretty Brit texted me earlier to wish me a “Happy No-Man-iversary” – a phrase I wish I could take credit for, but can’t. It was all her. Damn, that’s a good one, isn’t it?

Our texts today. The brining thing is a long story.
 All is forgiven though, I swear.

Today, give or take a day or two, is the date on which we both parted ways with our exes. It’s been two years for me, and one for her. When my relationship ended, she took me in, and took good care of me for the year that we lived together. When her break up came about last June, I did my best to return the favor – though she handled hers with so much grace and strength that I still feel a little guilty for being such a weepy pain in the ass that first summer.

I am familiar with the sense of relief that comes with the one year mark. But now it’s been two years for me, and I don’t feel much about it anymore, good or bad. This would have seemed an impossibility to me two summers ago, or even last summer. It took me a long time to feel okay again, and I don’t know when it was that I stopped feeling ashamed about that. Maybe it was when a girlfriend told me that it took her two years to to feel normal again? Maybe it was when another friend said his divorce was the most painful thing he’d ever been through? I know that at some point I just accepted that heartache takes as much time as it needs, even if the brain has it all figured out. And I’m a slow healer, so it makes sense to me now that it took me two years to feel completely healed.

Ha. Completely healed? Okay, well, maybe I’m still working on a few things. Like flirting without sweating a lot, or wanting to throw up each time I try, like that kid on South Park does. Yes, it’s really that bad. Don’t believe me? Read this blog post I wrote last November. Or just ask my closest friends. It’s an endless source of amusement for them. But it’s the least I can do, after all they’ve done for me these past two years.

The honey is to dip the strawberries in. 

(Friends: You’re welcome. More to come. I promise.)

I had nothing special planned for dinner tonight, but when I was reminded that it was my “No-Man-iversary”, I knew I had to do something. I decided to build on some leftovers from my dinner at Perro Salado last night: a salad of arugula, jicama, mango, cotija cheese, and chili-dusted scallops. On my way home, I grabbed some first-of-the-season strawberries at Sweet Berry Farm for dessert. I also stopped at Le Petit Gourmet for some Sullivan Harbor Smoked Mussels to add to the salad, plus a loaf of Pain D’avignon whole grain bread. Next door, at Newport Wine Cellar, I picked up a bottle of Chateau Jouclary Cabardes, a French table wine that I adore. It’s only $10.99, which is Monday-appropriate, don’t you think?

The only thing missing from dinner tonight was Pretty Brit’s company. But since she lives a half hour away now, and I have some work to do tonight, our real celebration will take place this weekend. I can see us now, out in Providence on Saturday night. Me, sweating a lot as I hopelessly flirt with some bearded hipster. Her, cool as a cucumber, intimidating short men with her height and her beauty. And I see the two of us laughing together, at each other, and at ourselves, without a thought of our old lives passing through our pretty, happy heads.

More Food, Less Pain,
xo-L

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5 thoughts on “Happy No-Man-iversary!

  1. Love you, love this post — and LOVE when you post screenshots of your phone chats! I am totally impressed with your blog skills and your emotional growth over the past 2 years. You are a rock star! xoxo

  2. They say that with grief the second year is actually harder than the first. You spend so much time in the first year in such acute pain that all the little things don't really hit till the second. I'm glad you've been able to let go of much of it. Dinner looks great!

  3. Thanks Zazzy…it's always a good feeling when people understand the grieving process. Tends to make you feel like a freak sometimes, even though we all go through it. Strange how that is. Of course that's why it's so important to share & be honest, right? Thanks again!

  4. too funny… I looked right at that honey, wondering what it was for and then saw your caption. I though maybe you were drizzling it on the bread with some goat cheese. yum. it all sounds delicious.
    Louise, I've so enjoyed reading about your life and hearing your voice come through in your writing. (I love your text screen shots too.) Congrats on the No-manniversary. And here's to further healing (all around).

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