Dear... D
You were so undemanding. You needed little from me. I never experienced that before with a woman. I welcomed it, initially. No arguments and no recriminations in return. The only thing you wanted was for me to fit into your life. To fill the few slots you had available in your schedule. In the beginning it wasn't hard. But the more we were together, the more I enjoyed it.
It was I who became "demanding." But I didn't see it that way. For me it was sharing our lives, enjoying our time together, celebrating each other.
For you it was a curtailment of your freedom. You wanted autonomy. You wanted freedom. You wanted to go home at night (alone) after an evening out together. You were a light sleeper, you woke when I had to pee 4 times or more a night, you woke when the cats padded away on the floor upstairs, when my refrigerator made a noise.
Your time was limited. You needed to work, exercise, see your girlfriends, be with your daughter, your parents, your parents friends from the east coast, your ex-husband's family, time you needed alone, time to clean your house, time to run errands, veg out time watching tv, gardening, reading, Facebook.
How could I squeeze my way in. It was too much for you and too little for me.
I miss you.