Erin It is all too rare these days to hear people use the word “soulmate”, and be able to view the evidence firsthand. You laugh until it hurts together. They know exactly what to text to make you smile randomly. Their arms are the source of your warmth or their chest is your happy place. You can go from an argument to a kiss in a matter of moments. “I am still pissed, but I love you f*cker!”
Not every relationship is daisies and rainbows, even the soulmate ones. Couples still have disagreements, faults, mistakes, and any manner of differences. The key that makes them soulmates is how the differences are handled or resolved. Are they discussed or ignored? Is resentment built up or brought to light? Are third parties brought in or people who will knowingly take sides? Factors like these make the distinction between soulmates and roommates. (Of course there are more …… duh. I’m not delusional.)
We have quality friends. We do not go by quantity. We have single friends, divorced friends, friends in relationships, and married friends. We have happy friends, and unhappy friends. We have gay friends, and straight friends. We support our friends and their situations in anyway we can emotionally, and love them all dearly. Several of our friends are what we would call “soulmates.” They check all of the positives in the top two paragraphs. We draw positive energy from them, and find their presence a support to ours emotionally and romantically. Other situations make us appreciate each other more. Whether it be showing us that our disagreements are not that big of a deal in comparison, or that we should show more gratitude for the little things we do for each other. Reflection is a necessary and common practice.
So let us show a little transparency, and explanation of the title. We are at a point in our lives where I am most certainly the lucky one. In our fifteen years, we have had equality in income and inequality in income, great time apart and many years beside each other, healthy times and illness flooding our home. Thank God I am Irish, and I force my family to have fairy altars, and devour cabbage every new year. (I’m not crazy. It works!) At our current moment, my health is at it’s worse. He supports me as my medication list grows longer and longer. He supports me as I battle doctor referrals. His arms and chest soothes my panic attacks far better than any prescription. He wakes in the middle of the night when I am at my most embarrassing states, and cleans and soothes me. He is patient with me while I make dinners for my family that I cannot eat. He supports my ways of expression in desperate attempts to produce an income because no one will hire a person with my ailings outside of the home. He shifts with my mood swings as I enter this last old stage of womanhood.
He has had his lucky times. I have had my lucky times. Sure you look at your partner while they snore, and think, “I could just comfort them with this pillow for a minute over their nose and mouth.” Yes it i frustrating when you constantly see pants on the floor because they are going to “wear them again.” You know they won’t, but there they are. We have all had those thoughts as you stare at your man child and think, ” When I become a widow, the next person I marry will be a grown man.” These thoughts are all perfectly normal. (I think….) However, it does not change the fact that his crazy matches my crazy. He is my soulmate. This is the time where I am truly the lucky one. I am sure his time will come soon though. Soon enough.
