Okay, so everyone knows by now (if you read my blogs) that I moved back home to Nashville from Memphis just under a month ago. So while I am saving my money to get a nice new tricked out laptop, I am using my mom's computer to get back into the swing of writing regularly to let everyone know what is going on in my life.
First and foremost, I have missed everyone terribly!!! I've had the chance to talk to some of you on the phone, I IM everyone when I can, and I think of you all constantly!!!
Secondly, I congratulate myself on leaving a job that I had been working for 4 years and finding a better job in 4 days -- just goes to show that when God is ready for you to make that move, He will move things so that you can!
Most importantly of all -- I'm in love!! Totally, madly, passionately in love with the most wonderful man in the world! He's been in my life before, and we broke up and stayed apart for a few years, but the time that we have been spending together and really working together as a couple has shown both him and me that we just weren't ready for each other the first time around. But he is really what I want to talk about today.
When we first met, my boyfriend and I fell for each other hard. I told him about my AA, but at the time he was deployed overseas, and I had a full head of hair. When he retired and came home from the Army a few months ago, he came home to a girlfriend waiting with open arms, but I just have happened to lose all of my hair, and have been going around bald since then. Needless to say, it's been a nasty shock to him, to say the least. I think it is a true symbol of the maturity of our relationship that I am willing to compromise about my hair, because had it been anyone else, I would have just said this is me and deal with it. But out of consideration for his feelings and his own need to adjust to the reality of the situation, I asked him if it would be easier if I wore scarves again on occasion. He said yes at first, but as time has gone on he hasn't insisted on it. He has asked about the different treatments available, and has even asked if I would consider growing out what little hair I did have too. I know his heart is in the right place -- the way he handled the situation when I met his best friend and his father speaks to that -- but I'm afraid to let his optimism get my hopes up, only to have them crushed again.
I was particularly touched by the way he told me -- proactively -- that he told his family and friends about my AA. He told thim point-blank that his girlfriend had alopecia and that she was totally bald and that she was the most beautiful girl in the world to him -- and that he loved me no matter what. That he did it without me asking him to explain it brought tears to my eyes, just like it does when he rubs my head or kisses me on the top of my head. He's the only person besides my dad I've ever allowed to touch my head in that way, which makes it even more special to me.
I admit, when he asked me to let my hair grow out, I got very uncomfortable for a moment, and cried a bit because I felt that I was a bit of a disappointment to him -- but he once again rose to the occasion to reassure me that he wasn't trying to make me feel bad in any way, and he told me that I could never be a disappointment to him. He only asked because he hadn't seen me with hair in 5 years and wanted to genuinely see for himself how patchy my AA was. He even made the offer to shave my head for me again if the loss was too great (he's a master barber, so I'll let him.) He told me again that he loves me for me, whether I have no hair, one hair, or a million hairs -- and he was going to keep telling me that until I believe it.
Do you think I'm overreacting, or making a situation out of something that isn't there? I really want to believe in the happy ending, but as much as I love him I'm afraid to step out on faith that I won't get devastated in the end. Please let me know what you think!
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