Two years later...

Last weekend was "Senior Night" at our last home football game.  Sissy, now a senior, has been the cutest cheerleader on the side lines for four years.  It was her last game.  Our school tradition is to announce the senior players, cheerleaders and their parents one by one before the game to honor them.  Sissy asked that Wilson, my loving boyfriend of two years, her brother Boo and myself to come down on the field with her.  I knew this was going to be one of her hardest moments since losing her father.  When he was charged with her molestation she requested a No Contact Order.  Last year she added four more years to it.  She says she never wants to see him again.  She is hurt beyond words by him (and his family that supports him), but I know at times like this...when she should have had her daddy standing by her and I on the field, his absence glaringly screams "The man that should have taken a bullet for you has hurt you beyond repair".

Still, I was surprised when she wanted my boyfriend to be on the 50 yard line with us.  But, Wilson loves my Sissy....she is easy to love.  Sissy loves Wilson, something I never thought could happen...her letting another man into her heart...after the horrors her father put her through.
 
Another parent snapped a picture of us that night and sent it to me.  Boo and I are hugging Sissy.  Wilson, standing next to me with his arm around Sissy and I gazes at her like she is the most precious girl in the world. (she just so happens to be).  I saw the love in his eyes....and it scared me.

I have been planning on moving to his town after Sissy graduates.  He lives 5 hours away across the state.  We have taken turns making the drive to see one another since we met.  He has asked us both to come live with him before she sets off to college.  The love he has shown me since we first met and the support he has given throughout our ordeal, not only made me fall in love with him, I am  knocked out, flattened, thrown down, madly in love with him.  But....we haven't spoke of true commitment.

  His marriage of 19 years ended very badly before we met.  He nursed his ex-wife through two bouts of breast cancer...then she left him.  Foolish me thought....someday we will both heal and want that for each other.  A real marriage.  True love, honesty, commitment. A real prince of a man that would do anything for Sissy and I and never hurt us.  Seeing the way he looked at Sissy the other night, I thought to myself...Oh no....I don't really know where he wants to go with this.  I can't let Sissy and myself get attached, dream of a future if that isn't what he really wants.

It isn't.  I did it.  I asked him if he ever saw himself marrying me.  He doesn't.  Now what?