Being me in the Big Apple

I woke up this morning in NYC. This is such a fabulous place - one where a person can never run out of things to do. Two of my best friends are here too. We're all writers, and we're all trying to get published - well they are. I'm still trying to finish my manuscript. We haven't seen each other in more than three months, and I love every second were together.

I also get to see my good friend - the one who helped me survive the last two years of my marriage. My friend and lover. This is where it gets complicated.

My two good girlfriends don't like the relationship I have with him. But I've never officially told them a relationship exists.

Last night my two friends and I enjoyed a jazz show by the fabulous Diane Spraal. After dinner and the show, we loaded into the cab. It must've been the three glasses of wine that gave me the courage. I leaned forward and looked at them down the cab's long back seat and said, "I've had a relationship for the last three years with . . . ."

One response, "Of course you are."

"We've known that forever," my other friend said.

They think I can do better; find some one who's there for me when I need him. I don't disagree, but I'm not ready to let go.

I met him in the hotel bar later. I hadn't seen him since early November when we talked about the whole relationship privacy thing. For the first time he was openly affectionate. He wasn't private like before. He kissed me in front of his professional peers and his family. It meant a lot - especially considering this is our three year anniversary. Then he stayed the night.

Yesterday was a beautiful start to the trip. We had fun, I was honest with my friends (even though they knew), and I reconnected with my lover.

Love to the single girls,
Addison