So. I think I unpacked some of what’s going on with BG.
When I arrived on Saturday night, I thought it was work stress, and probably some mild depression. His mate Marc was at the club, watching the rugby final, and noticed BG wasn’t his usual self. He asked me if everything was okay. I shared that I didn’t think he was feeling too fab. Marc is wonderful. He asked, “depression? I get it. I’ve been there.” I nodded, “yeah, we’ve all lived through some shit by this age. I understand.” I then added that I wasn’t sure yet exactly what was going on, just trying to find out how to best support him.
Sunday night BG finally told me what happened. Three staff members doing something illegal on club grounds. He’s having to deal with some more big disciplinary action. It’s feeling relentless. Their jobs are on the line. He’s short staffed. He feels like it just keeps piling on.
And he’s done.
Done with hospitality.
He’s 58 in August, and after a lifetime dealing with alcohol and gambling, he’s burnt out. I’m not surprised. He works every hour he’s awake. And told me four years ago that he had some big questions about what he does for a living.
But he’s still doing it.
And he feels terribly guilty. Because he desperately wants to be with me fulltime, but he can’t afford to resign right now.
I didn’t know how badly he misses me when we’re apart. He was very upset that he couldn’t come to me this weekend. Thinking we wouldn’t catch up.
But I found a ride over.
Less than a month, and I can reinstate my driver’s license. He is getting depressed when we’re not together.
Anyway. I did some nice things for him. I installed the washing machine I bought off my daughter, who found she had two. His broke down a couple of months ago, and he’s been laundromatting because his small town has no repair shop. I did four loads of washing, including his linen. I folded the clean laundry, cleaned his kitchen, vacuumed, and made him some hearty, slow cooked, healthy meals to help this week. He lost 7kgs last week. He needs to lose some weight for his health, but this is a bit quick and stress related. Not the best way to drop the kilos.
We showered this morning together, and the man who thinks he has a sexual problem was quickly aroused, without me doing a damn thing, and…
…. ummm. See the above meme for reference…. Finished far faster and more intensely than he expected. “Sorry.”
Um, dude. It’s okay. It’s flattering to know you want me. I wasn’t aiming for sex when you’ve been struggling lately with stress. And yet, here we are 😀
He gathered me up when he came home from work, seeing what I’d done as I worked from his today, and said, “shit, you’re not supposed to come here and clean up after me. I’m so sorry, babe. But thank you. It helps. So much. I just wanna be with you always. So I can look after you better.”
Then, “but I don’t know if you want that…”
I do. I told him I do want us to be together. But I’m prepared to wait. He needs to have a plan. Some means of segue-ing into something that works for him. And we both understand how bad the timing is.
He told me today he doesn’t want to do another summer where he is. It’s too much. He’s done.
Next week, he’s contacting some recruitment agencies.
Let’s see where the cards fall.