The next couple of days were calm and relaxing on around the property. Andrew worked each day while sat on the upstairs porch, Skyp’d with my divorce lawyer and answered work emails, I did have three state pageants coming up after all! I also went running almost every day, it was a simple and lovely life. His daughter and family would be arriving in just a few days so he decided that the two of us should go to dinner before everyone arrived, I was thrilled! In preparation for our date night I went on my daily run and jumped into the shower. As I was deciding what to wear I got a text from Andrew who was one building away in his office, “Change of plans for tonight, I forgot it was my monthly boys dinner. I hope you are not upset, come to the office so we can talk.” Upset? No, why on earth would I be upset. I flew 5000 miles to spend time with him and he was going out for a boys night??? I wasn’t mad; I was livid, I was hurt and more than anything I felt like an idiot. Here I was standing out on a limb so far with my feelings, hanging his fucking laundry on a clothes line, trying to learn phrases in Portuguese, preparing his house for the arrival of his family and he is going out for a boys night?!?! After being really really pissed for about 10 minutes I collected myself and walked into his office, “sorry, I totally forgot about tonight, I hope it is ok” he said before I even opened my mouth. Of course I said “sure, it is fine.” For anyone who has ever been in a relationship you now what fine really means but, what was I supposed to do? Throw a fit? Yell? Scream? If he rather go out with his friends then he should go. It was the first no win situation he had put me in and let’s just say I didn’t like it!
At this point in my recovery (that is what I have come to call the year after I left my marriage) I was not strong enough to say what was really on my mind. So instead of saying what I wanted to say I told him I was disappointed but if he wanted to go out with the boys then that is what he should do. I stayed in that night and stewed, ate pâté, drank wine and cried myself to sleep. Totally healthy I know.
The next morning Andrew was his sweet usual self, but I was not in the mood. Since I had slept in he brought me tea while I was still in bed and tried to make small talk. I had heard him come in the night before but, of course, pretended to be sleeping, then I was up most of the night going over in my head what I wished I had said to him. I decided to skip breakfast and go for a run, I needed to burn off some of my anger before I started my day.
When I returned about an hour later Andrew said he had a surprise for me. Something about his smiled always seemed to soften me up. He needed to run into town and wanted me to go, I was dying to get off the farm so I agreed. I took a quick shower and threw on a pair of jeans. When I came out of the house and Andrew is wearing his motorcycle gear, “we are taking the bike!” He said with a great big smile. I have never been a fan of street bikes, but I was still a fan of his, I thought what the hell and grabbed the helmet. As I went to put the helmet on Andrew grabbed me around the waist and kissed me deeply. As I took a step back, slightly dazed, he looked at me and said, “thank you for not making a big deal about last night, I know you were upset. I had a great time, but I missed you terribly.” I said nothing and put my helmet on, crawled on the back of the bike and held on tight.
The ride was thrilling, he drove like he did most things; very intensely! As I held onto Andrew as tight as I could I felt myself melt into him. We went into town to run a few errands and then drove to a property that was adjacent the farm. It was a property that Andrew wanted to purchase and restore, he had talked about it ever since we met. The land included; a forest, vineyard, two stone buildings, barn, main house and lots of history. I could see the house and most of the property from the porch that I sat on each morning, but hadn’t seen it closeup. For just a moment I let myself think about what life would be like there, how extraordinary it would be to purchase a piece of history like that and restore it. I would need to make sure it had a washer AND dryer for sure!
The next day Andrew informed me I could not go running. At first I puffed up thinking “you are not going to tell me what to do!” He went on to explain that it was opening hunting day and since the run I took was through the countryside I shouldn’t go running for fear I would get shot! Oh, ok I thought. That afternoon Andrew asked me out on another date and this time he didn’t cancel. We had a romantic dinner and a wonderful night! His family and daughter were arriving the next day and I was thinking about how nervous I was, but soon I was blissfully asleep snuggled in next to Andrew. I noticed the next morning that Andrew was nervous as well, running around the house making sure everything was perfect. I was happy to see that once everyone arrived he started to relax. We all spent the first evening in the back courtyard outside the kitchen drinking wine, eating grilled calamari and listening to his father tell story after story about the farm, Andrew and growing up in Portugal. His father was very orderly and strict yet he was kind, warm and very funny. I always knew that Andrew looked up to him and now I could see why.
The next few days were wonderful; we laughed, spent time with his family, went running together, laid at the pool and tried to absorb every last second of being together that we could. We were finally through the awkward period and on the same page. The connection we had when we first met in LA was back and stronger than ever. I couldn’t believe how fast two and half weeks had flown by and suddenly I wasn’t ready to leave. I didn’t know when we would see each other again and that made me nervous.
The morning I left Andrew drove me to the airport in Lisbon and we talked non-stop the whole way, I think we were both avoiding the goodbye conversation. Part of me was excited to get back to the states but on the other hand I was super sad to leave. I was flying to Oklahoma to see my family, so I wasn’t going home just yet, but it was a whole lot closer. Though the trip hadn’t been perfect I knew I was going to miss him. When we pulled up to the departure area at the airport Andrew placed my bags on the curb and walked over to me. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me in close, looked me right in the eyes, put his hand on my cheek and said I love you in Portuguese “amo-te” and then he kissed me. Now I really didn’t want to leave. As the skycap stood by waiting, I grabbed my handbag, stole one more kiss and turned to walk away. As I got to the doors of the airport I turned back to see him still standing outside his car waiting for me to look. I gave one last small wave and headed inside. I knew that if I looked back again I would either start crying or run back to him so I just kept walking.
As I sat on the plane and prepared for the long flight home I thought about the trip. It all seemed very surreal. I had never been to a country like Portugal or with a man like Andrew. When I thought about it all I was a little overwhelmed and was happy to finally take a deep breath and relax a bit.
I had been traveling for almost six weeks straight; LA, Miami, Bahamas, Cancun, Houston, Denver, Aspen, LA, NY, Lisbon, New Jersey, Denver, Tulsa, Wichita, Dallas and finally home to LA. Needless to say I had a great tan, but I was exhausted and my clothing desperately wanted out of the suitcase it has been jammed into time and time again! After my brief trip to the lake with my family, I was finally headed home and back to real life.
Sadly it turned out to be just as dreadful as I feared it would be.
Single & Stylish,
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