Relapse

Monday afternoon I seriously injured my back by lifting a bunch of merchandise at work. Quite frankly, I wasn't supposed to lift anything for many reasons, but I still did. That evening I went home to get some rest and as a result couldn't get up any more. If it weren't for Wyatt or my Mom being there, I'd still be lying on the couch. Even during my wheelchair days in 2008, I'd been able to get back on my feet without help. This came as quite a shock.

I've been taking some time off ever since, lying in bed and working out a little. The recovery is going well. Every day I'm bored to tears, I can't remember the last time I've been doing nothing for such a long time. But this compulsory break couldn't have come in a more convenient moment, it was exactly what I needed. Someone out there had sent me a warning to take it easy. Things always happen for a reason and I am grateful for that.

So Wyatt met my Mom this week. She wasn't convinced that country life was what I really wanted. I mean how could she be, when I'm not convinced myself. It's not part of my nature to live like this. Even if I can see myself spending the rest of my life here, I wouldn't want this for my future kids or my parents in their old age. 

Wyatt is doing everything to make me happy, he is the most attentive guy I know. He is incredibly smart, multi-talented, ambitious, quick-witted, straight-forward and he treats me like a princess. He looks at me like I'm the only woman in the world. We both noticed the tension between us for half a year, we just never thought of the other as dating material. Now I don't want to imagine life without this guy. Life with him won't be easy, but life without him will always leave me wondering about what could have been.