savagemama: Untangling my knots

Years ago, I wrote this about Seth: I was not going to fall in love with Seth. I had just traveled the long and bumpy road I thought was love and had sworn not to go back down it. I was taking a break, I told myself and anyone who would listen, from men, from commitment, from it all. I joked about being an old woman with a house boy.

I told everyone I didn’t want another boyfriend, I didn’t even want a summer fling.

I tried not to notice him when he climbed the trees on the property where we lived. I tired not to notice it when his pants slid below his hip bones while he was on the rope swing. I tried not to notice that he rented sensitive movies or that he called my dog cutie pants. Seth was my roommate. Period. End of story. Read More »