Ha, thanks Yoxi. My family maintains that it's an Irish trait, to religiously laugh at your sorrows.
And to everyone with insight, interest and advice, thank you again. It's really a treat to have a sounding board with such depth.
Fella's no shallow fool, he's just a hu-man. I worry. Am doing my best to keep those worries bound by reason--they just slip out on their own sometimes. Tricky little things.
The point I was getting at, perhaps gracelessly, was that I'm--in traditional paradigm talk--the Other Woman. The Other Woman role includes insecurities about how legitimate you are, how he really feels. When the day is done, we seem to cause each other incalculable depths of rare and rolling joy. When the day is done he goes home to her. Going with that for now.