Just so we're clear, my kids don't poke fun at my emotionality in an unkind way...they are very understanding and empathetic themselves, and while they may say "uh-oh, here come the waterworks" or some such, they're also offering hugs and kleenex. It's a sweet thing.
Ron and I met zip lining of all things!!! And for some time we were just companions together...it was lovely to meet someone my age who was as adventurous as I, who enjoyed the same kinds of physical things I did. Mostly I went with my kids or their younger friends when I chose to go paddle boarding or kayaking or hiking or whatever other thing I chose. I was so content with my life just the way it was. Full and active and busy, lots of social things and activities and adventures. I hadn't expected to get romantically involved with Ron..with anyone for that matter. But he was quietly just there, first as a playmate and companion, then as an actual date to various things for a while (though I told him it wasn't going to go anywhere hahahaha!!!) and then, finally as a relationship partner. But even then, I was guarded and hesitant, and told him I just wasn't sure. He didn't push, didn't argue, didn't do anything other than just quietly be there, letting me know that there was no rush, he wasn't going anywhere, he was just happy we were together in whatever capacity.
We had been together, seriously together, for about 6 months. I knew his Mom wasn't doing well physically, he'd gone up (NY State) to see her, it was only a matter of time. He came back quiet and thoughtful. We were sitting together on the couch, and he started talking, but immediately broke down. He pulled back and apologized profusely and tried to stifle his emotion. I told him it was OK, to feel whatever he felt and let it out. He looked at me for a long minute, and then his eyes filled up with tears, and he lay his head down on me, and just sobbed while I held him.
He told me later that the relief was enormous, told me how liberating it was that he could be that completely raw and not feel judged, and just feel safe. It hit me then that he'd probably been stifled his emotionality other times too, believing that I'd think less of him. He'd been told by his ex that he was "too emotional" and he didn't want to be judged for that. I reassured him that it only endeared him to me more that he could feel deeply, the same way I did. (He'd already seen me cry numerous times over minor things, and had always just held me and told me it was going to be ok, so he certainly knew how emotional *I* was by that point!!) After that reassurance, he became very open about his emotions around me, and we've also cried together about things a few times now.
I call him "my tough guy" because he often looks the part, but really he's just a big ole' teddy bear. :love_heart:
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