Matthew and I had our first fight. For the first time in six months, I showed up at his door without texting first. I told Matthew that something he said didn't sit right with me. He was stunned. I rarely get angry, but I needed to speak up. After venting, I asked him to open the door so I could leave. He convinced me to stay and hear his apology. I did and kissed him. I'm learning to stand up for myself. People listen. Often, I smile after kissing Matthew. Yesterday he said that, when my mouth is occupied, my eyelashes curl as if they are smiling instead.
On a happy note, Cole celebrated his fourth birthday yesterday at East Side Marios. He was so cute. The love he has for his Dad is unconditional. Hopefully my brother chooses to recover from alcoholism. Having others love us is motivation, but we need the desire for a better life.
I heard a beautiful violin player this afternoon. In the grocery store, a man sweetly got up to move chairs and spilled chocolate milk. Good karma will find him ; of this I am sure.