Yesterday, TJ and I were talking about how much fun we had at the renaissance faire and I started giving her crap about not remembering that she wasn’t with me the last time she went. Because that’s what I do. I’m a crap giver. I told her that I posted about her confusing me with someone else and she turned to me with a scary look in her eye and said “I thought you were talking about a play, not a faire.” She had confused our trip to the Idaho Shakespeare Festival with a ren faire. “Oh, so it was me, after all. I do remember that. It was a gorgeous setting,” I said. We had had a great time, too. We had spoken about going back but didn’t make it before we moved to Wisconsin.
TJ demanded that I post a correction. Here it is. She didn’t confuse me with one of her other women. Not that there were that many, since I’ve dominated her time since we were 18. But there were always plenty that wanted to take my place. I’m just happy that she’s always been able to see past my faults and insecurities to the person inside. The one that loves her and our son and our life together. Thank you, TJ.