The end of my last entry was a bit of a cliff-hanger for anyone interested in what happens in my life and may have left you thinking “why would I read this normally?” and “what’s up with the alternative title ‘Prelude to Coming out of the Broom Closet’ ?“ All will be explained. Just read on.
As a side note: I’ve just bought this album (the image is a link to buying the album yourselves) since I am a bit of a fan of their work. Please support the blog and the artist by buying it too if you like The Cranberries.
So, I got back home and logged on to Skype. My partner texted me a few minutes prior and said she would be online when I got back. Within a few IMs I realised something was up again. But oh, no! Nothing’s ever up.
ANOTHER argument started. That’s when I blew. I couldn’t take it. I’d just come back from an evening out and had a smile on my face. She just ruined the whole thing. So I told her we should end it all there and then.
> “What? You left her, just like that?!”
Well…I would have. I was epically pissed off. (That’s very bad French for annoyed if you’re wondering kids. It will get you into trouble if you say it at school or in front of your parents.)
The call dropped and she called me back. IM’ing me saying that she was sorry and just wanted to clear things up. I wasn’t in the mood for talking and certainly didn’t want to be apologized to. Still she persevered and I gave in but wouldn’t listen or talk – she would have to type.
Oh, what the heck. I’m going to cut the story short again. You don’t really need to know the details.
She said that maybe we don’t really know enough about each other and that maybe it’s just the distance between us and too many evenings out that are making life hard.
*Damn it! Why does 5USA have such a bad signal tonight!? I’m trying to watch CSI and NCIS and I can’t!*
She’s right about one thing: we barely know each other. That struck a chord with me. I told her so.
Which led me on to: “Do you know why I’ve never been to church since we got together except for Christmas?” This was my feeble attempt at being the first to tell her more about me and a bit of a gamble.
I told her: I’m pagan, wiccan to be precise. I see more sense in what I believe now in than what I was brought up to believe in Christianity. But I happily go to church with her on Christmas because she believes in it and belief is important as long as it’s an accessory to improving yourself and not a doctrine.
So there you have it. THAT is the reason for the title of the blog entry.
In case you haven’t understood why, it’s a term coined from ‘coming out of the closet’ in the case of the LGBT community (a term I hate as it’s politically-correct discrimination). The ‘broom’ part comes from the stereotypical image of witches riding a broom. Now you get it?
Anyway, that’s my story of how I broke my being pagan to my partner.
Until next time,