It was the summer of ’09 and we had nothing but friendship. I had ended a 3 year relationship with a guy who was trying to figure out his call in ministry but abused my body on the side. My husband had just moved down from North Carolina to start over new with his life and get away from the bad family situations he dealt with. We were both in need of a friend – a good friend.
Do you remember reading that story as a kid? How Dr. Seuss made you feel like anything was possible when he said, “You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.”. Then, they no longer become bedtimes stories and we forgot about the inspiring words from Dr. Seuss until graduation day, when your Valedictorian runs out of things to say and whips out the good ole’ Dr. Seuss to save the day. At that moment, every senior begins to daydream about the endless possibilities they would possibly encounter. College, love, jobs, new places, new jobs, independence, FREEDOM! I wish that we could all live in that moment – that moment when we feel most alive and bold. But, alas, reality sits in and our dreams get put on hold until time and money can provide for our ambitions.
The next post I wanted to write about was about the continuance of our love story. I wish I could talk about how he romanced me underneath the church gazebo and how the sweet air would give you a toothache but to be quite honest with you, fellow bloggers, I am not in the mood. The whole idea of this blog was to talk about the true feelings one goes through in the beginning part of marriage and to be completely raw with the situations. So, is this just a sly, pathetic way to vent and use the blogger world for a shoulder to cry on? I think that I can confess to being guilty but I, also, think that we can all learn a little life experience about life, love and the living hells we go through.
Hello, blogger world.
I send you greetings from a small computer room here in Athens, Ga. The story of how I got here, will begin with this post and the stories thereafter, will explain the title of my blog. But first let me introduce myself and give you the 411 of a day in the life of… Wait! Am I suppose to make up a name for myself? I’ll get the handle of this whole blogging thing sooner than later.