I've been spending a lot of time with someone lately. A male someone. We've known each other a while, too, and our friendship means a lot to me. He means a lot to me. For some, this is cause for concern; for me, this is cause for celebration.
Anyone who's known me knows my marriage was on shaky ground for years. We kept trying because we have a daughter, and that's what you do - you try until you can't any longer. I've mourned that relationship. I've grieved for years, actually. I'm ready to stop being sad. Some say it's too soon to move on from that, though. They say I need to be alone with that grief for a while and settle into this new chapter. I disagree. Something beautiful has presented itself. I don't want to turn away from it just because society thinks I should wait.
And I've never had a romantic relationship with someone who was a friend first. It's an amazing thing. I'm enjoying it very much. There's already trust and a certain level of comfort. We like each other. How fantastic is that? He likes me. What a gift.