Thanks Lighter. I suppose it's more natural for a widow to feel deeply the risk involved in a deep, intense, intimate new relationship. And to fear that risk. Regardless of age. (Just a WAG off the top of my head.) I know when I was younger it didn't even register on my awareness at all. I worried about OTHER things.
And while choosing partners - when I was younger - when I really didn't know myself well - I tended to pick more stable responsible men. But as I aged - I also changed and learned more about myself. And often I found them lacking in one way or another then. It happens; it's a real thing. Even Hol has noticed it in her relationships.
Active fatherhood seems to be (from my anecdotal study of men) what causes them to grow and mature. The ones that are less involved seem to get stuck somewhere and they never become interested in new things, being different or seeking wisdom. And many can't - or don't want to - change right along with their women. It's just an observation that MAY be generally true. I certainly don't have enough data or experience.
About my fear - I know Buck has his own similar. But our pact is to be happy and dance until we can't! That may have come out of my mouth while he was still in the hospital for a surgery and feeling very precarious about rejection - due to his physical limitations & multiple surgery scars being the reason the Ex gave for moving on 18 years ago. I'm creative; and I know how to make do, in a lot of situations - make lemonade outta lemons. And he is so simply very warm, open and kind - I can tell him anything. We had talked about my sitting with the decision to take this risk again, some time ago. How I felt about it. What I wanted to do. He knows my scars are on the inside. I've told him a lot about it, but I still haven't told him the whole story. I've heard about the horrors of his war combat experiences and the accident where he wasn't supposed to have survived, much less walk again... and be as active as he is.
So we almost HAVE to be completely honest with each other going into this; open and vulnerable; and trusting. Neither of us would be happy with anything less or have the patience for anything else. It's a tall order. But he's undersold himself - both his strength and understanding of things in this realm; the emotional side of things. That's so dang rare in men his age - no matter their level of success or accomplishments - he's like a unicorn.
So I'm stuck on him like glue - LOLOL. And vice versa. He can't believe my first baby shoes were fur lined moccasins from Lake Mille Lac. That I can handle a canoe. Can shoot and am no longer freaked out by guns. That I study alternative medicine, and still read obsessively. He can't believe I don't faint at the sight of blood or get grossed out by his scars. We have protocols for managing his infection - which isn't gone; but also isn't very active now. His blood and spinal fluid are where it's concentrated. I've been into first aid since I was a kid; picked up the basics of home care during Mike's last days from his daughter Autumn - a flight/trauma nurse who's about to become our big regional medical center's head of Trauma Dept. (I'm so proud of her! She's not even 40 yet!) Hol can suture (part of her tattoo and cosmetic tattooing training). And I know she can sew better by hand than this last surgeon.
When I'm upset, scared, angry or freaked out... B lets me talk it out. He is comforting without trying to fix it. I do the same for him. So that seems appropriate to me - and isn't close to coaching or crossing a boundary about managing those things. We can be in each other's space during that kind of intense emotional storm and be strong for each other. (oh... more unicorn qualities... you know how many men I've sent running in terror??? It's so disappointing.)
I think that the perfection in all this - so far - how easily we fit together, find our strides and rhythms, divide and conquer work together - feels almost too good to be true. But there have been those projects when I've had to say - I don't know what that tool or thing looks like or how to do something. And he quickly falls into teaching mode; in a way I can understand... and progress continues. We've just winged it and it's worked just fine.
So I think I'm just going to trust how good this is; be grateful for it; and stop questioning it.
He wants to completely close a chapter in his life - and start a new one. That's exactly why I came here, too. And I've spent time alone healing. Then Hol showed up - one of my favorite people despite how difficult she is sometimes - and brought her entourage to visit. She challenges me intellectually and challenges my defense mechanism habits. Because she cares. So I've learned some new people skills. Having people spend extended amounts of time in my space has been a CHALLENGE to say the least, but there is a balance now between the times it's cozy and peaceful and easy and those more difficult times. Now I can enjoy larger groups of people around and not retreat to wallflower, people-watching status. I really LIKE a lot of her friends and can go one on one with them openly. She has gotten a lot more selective over the years and has some really talented, creative and caring folks in her network.
So I think with the amount of space and privacy we have around here - the hut is a mile away by road and not visible from the house - and now with Buck in the picture... I'm seeing a plan come together in a really good way. Doesn't mean we won't have disagreements or clashes... but I know Hol and I can sit down and hash it all out and find a compromise or solution. One that respects everyone's wishes/needs.
So while there is much yet to do - including some time away traveling for A & B - I've managed to put the basics together of my dream for this place. Hol is happy - because she finally has a home that is HERS. I'm happy because there's enough of us here to work together to produce what we can for self-sufficiency. Even Steve - he's the duck, goose, chicken, guinea keet master. And he's constantly tramping through the woods - finding/identifying mushrooms and medicinal herbs. He's found a patch of ginseng here, which he is nurturing. So there are ways he DOES fit in here... and the rest is none of my business unless she brings it up. Buck's woodsman skills go back to before he enlisted at 17. And he didn't stop learning/practicing. He did a traditional buffalo hunt - loincloth and all - from horseback with a spear. LOL. It was a challenging ride. To say the least.

And he cleans up enough to take ballroom dancing lessons. Or look dashing in a kilt.
I have absolutely NO BUSINESS raining on my own parade with a bunch of "what ifs" that may or may not even come up... and I need to just surrender to being happy about all this and grateful that love has come back around again. And surf everything else.