I am Worth Loving

Worth Loving

I stood in a roomful of people on Saturday afternoon and wanted to scream, LOOK AT ME! LISTEN! GIVE TWO SHITS ABOUT ME! From across the room, Roger Darling could see the frustration on my face. My brow was furrowed. The wrinkles between my eyebrows made prominent as I tried to hold my emotions in check. He came up behind me and rubbed my back. It gave me reassurance that at least one person in the room “got” me. There was another person there that had my back too. We sat and chatted. I wished that I could sit in a quieter room with him and shoot the shit. I love the man that looks like Tommy Lee Jones. He loves me too. I always thought I was looking for love and validation from him. Turns out, I always had both. He’s proud of me. And my little family too.

Rog and I made our way out to the car. I told him I was so glad we were going to see our kids. I needed to laugh. Hell, we both did. We’d had a sucky ass week. As we made our way to Ypsilanti he looked over at me and asked, “are you okay?” I replied, “fuck no.” Tears streamed down my face. I lost my breath and shook my hands in the air. “Honey, we’re going to see the kids, it’ll be okay.” That’s my Roger Darling, always trying to make me see the positive in the middle of a negative situation. I told him, “I just don’t understand why they don’t like me. What’d I ever do, but be born different?” He stroked my hand and let me finish crying. That evening there was laughter and conversation with our kids. It more than made up for the few moments of unhappiness earlier in the day.

As we made our way home Saturday night, I checked Facebook on my iPhone and saw the quote graphic by Danu Grayson. I shared it with my FB friends and found that there were many others that felt the same. RD voiced, “you could have been the one that penned that quote.” I heartily agreed and cried again. Not for long though. A post was already noodling in my brain. One about love and acceptance. I decided right then and there that I could cry over a few people that don’t “get” me. Or, I could accept the fact that they never will. Instead, I’ll revel in the glory of all of those that do. For they far outnumber the ones that don’t.

I am loved. I return that love, every day. With word, gesture, touch, smile, laugh, advice and story. I know that I will always be loved. Always.

20 thoughts on “I am Worth Loving

    • Hi Paula,

      Thanks for your sweet words. It’s been awhile since I’d felt so inadequate. I’m glad I shared it here. I know that here I am loved. I know that I love many here too. We are so much alike. All of us. Love ya darlin’.

      Hugs, Renee

  1. I cannot believe how connected everyone seems to be on here. I mean, on another level. Everything that I’m thinking or reading about pops up in the reader. Self love is something I’ve been reading about — today actually — just now…

    So weird. Thanks for the post though, great message.

    • It’s funny, I haven’t read anything in my reader today. This post came to me this afternoon. We are all very connected her my dear Adam S. We are all writers. Passionate. Even if all we do is funny, we are passionate. It’s good to let your guard down, show your weakness.

      Love, Renee

  2. You can’t be loved by everyone Renee, in truth I think that most people just put up with some of the other folks they share their lives with. You are who you are Renee, some will ” get” you some won’t.
    Everyone on here is here because be care and they want to be here.
    Look after the ones that do get you and the others can go fuck themselves…with a banana if necessary.
    I get you so no banana for me:-D, you just keep on being you.
    Lots of love n hugs to you Renee, my sparkly friend xxx

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