I’m a huge Grey’s Anatomy fan, I’ve mention it a few times I think – and I’ve mentioned that Ryan watched it with me every week.
Well, if you watch the show you know that Meredith Grey and Christina Yang are best friends. They have mention “you are my person.” in many episodes. They tell each other everything, they cry on each others shoulders. Both of them relying on each other all the time. One has a bad day – who do they go to? Their person. One needs to vent – who do they go to? Their person. They have been like this for seemingly forever, they click, it works. Now, they are both married and their husbands know that they are each other’s “person”, if something is wrong with one of them the husband knows to go to the other.
This got me thinking…
maybe way a little too much. damn TV dramas.
I don’t have that person. I don’t have someone that I call “my person” that is of the same sex. That girlfriend that I go to about absolutely everything, the one that I go to their house and drown my sorrows after a battle with Ryan with a bottle of wine. The person I tell absolutely everything to, things I don’t say to my husband.
Yes, I have close friends. I have friends that tell me a whole lot about them, and I’m a little more reserved. I have friends that I’m really open with but aren’t “feelings” people, so they don’t share the same. Everyone has these kinds of relationships. I’ve had friendships that I feel like I super close, but end up not as I thought.
But I’ve never had that girl friend that was “my person.”
In the last episode Christina and Owen (her husband) were in couples counseling, and he was talking about how she never lets him in, and that he runs to Meredith – because she is “her person.” Then he said something that clicked to the bottom of my soul – “I should be your person. Why can’t I be your person?!”
**ding. ding. ding**
Lightbulb, and “duh” moment combined.
Ryan is my person.
Now, I knew this already, but this just struck me to my bones with certainty.
I’m doing everything right – the dysfunctional show is what’s wrong.
I’m not that person that runs to others in trouble with Ryan, I’m the person that stays home and deals with it – or at least, stays home and finds my own space. I don’t say things to someone about Ryan that I wouldn’t say to him.
Ryan is the person I go to in dysfunction in my life – to vent to, that I bounce ideas off of, that I lean on.
And that’s just perfect for me.
I don’t love my girl friends any less, but when it comes to my person – that spot is filled.