In the past week or two, four or five people have said to me, "You just referred to your home as 'our house.' Who else lives there with you? Your parents? Do you have children at home?"Oh . . . I hadn't thought about needing to change this simple wording. In chit-chatty conversations I'll casually mention our house, our home. But now there is no more we or our when it comes to our living arrangements. Romeo lives in a nearby nursing home, and I live in my home without him.
I'll work on remembering this, changing this speech pattern.
But now I wonder . . . what else must be changed? Romeo recorded the voice mail greeting on our house phone (oops, I mean my house phone). I think I'll keep it there. After all, people can still leave him messages on it. Also, many of my friends have commented on how much they love to hear his voice, his British accent on the greeting. I love it, too. It is rather sexy . . . except . . . I no longer need to call him at home because he doesn't live there anymore. I live in my home, alone.
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