It recently came to my attention that I have been consciously or unconsciously so protective of my space that I may have inadvertently hurt his feelings.
I was trying to explain the layout of my laundry room in regard to the gas line to the fireplace in my house. He said, “Well, I may just need to see it. You know, I’ve never been in your basement.” I truly felt puzzled. I then realized that I have been dating this man for over a year and he has not seen the basement, or the house at all, really. A quick loop in the kitchen and backyard once. Oh, and that visit to the bedroom one other time.
I let him in my space behind the wall tonight. Instead of feeling nervous, I felt strong. Watching him see my home, was intoxicating. He was looking and learning…not judging. In the end, he helped break down the wall a bit without even knowing it. And, the cold, ignored fireplace that has been dormant for almost 6 years was safely bright and warm with light and flame…and hope.