Every so often I get the itch to write, to transfer all that life has delt me…into words. So here I am, back to writing.
The biggest news…I married my best friend in Vegas this past February. I wrote about him a couple of times. He’s probably the reason why I stopped writing. I’ve been living, enjoying life. I know it sounds super cheesy but I am so in love. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that we were meant to be together. We are opposite in some ways, but in most we just click.
One night a few months ago, he proposed. Not on bended knee with 10 dozen flowers. But next to the bed with an open heart. It was truly the most heartfelt words he’s ever said. It’s a special feeling when you know that someone thinks the world of you. I wouldn’t give that up for anything. Honestly, I would have said yes after 6 months. Guess you can say I just knew.
I found my lover, my best friend, my travel companion, my confidant.
Lucky doesn’t do it justice.
Thankful for the hard times because it made the life I have now sweeter.
I know I promised this post months ago, a little late but here it is guys.
If you read my last post you know that I met my boyfriend on tinder, I know who knew there were actually good guys on there. I guess you can say that somehow the stars aligned the night we met. I was completely burned out on dating. I had tried all the lame dating sites and at the end of the day ended up more frustrated than I had started. I never seemed to find the guy with the qualited I knew I needed. Not to mention that most didn’t get to the actual date part because of the pervert factor. I guess guys assume that being a gentleman was not a requirement and that sex was what all women online are looking for? I don’t know but it was getting annoying.
I honestly dont remember who messaged who first but it was so sweet from the beginning. We messaged back and forth for a few days before I gave him my number and honestly i was waiting for the dumb sex questions to start, you know which ones….what are you wearing…what do you like blah blah blah. I tell him all the time that this was one of the reasons that I found him so attractive. The questions never came. He was a perfect getleman, over text, over the phone, in person. He let me take the lead and it was so refreshing.
Fast forward to now I’m happy to say that I am one happy woman. It’s amazing to know a feel like you are cherished. Don’t get me wrong we’ve had our small disagreements but at the end of the day I know that most things aren’t worth the fight. And talking it out is wayyyyy better than the arguing and the fighting. I’ve learned so much about myself, about relationships, love, sacrifice.
I don’t want this feeling to ever end.
Happy Thanksgiving ya’ll!!! It’s been almost 5 years that I started blogging. Crazy how quickly time goes by. This years been full if surprises, mostly good ones. I’ll be moving this weekend. This new place will be new and exciting. Somewhere I planned versus somewhere I just ended up in. The moving part is killing me but I’m ready to start a new chapter. Ill be closer to my family and to my boyfriend. Ahhhh…..
Remember I said I met a guy. Well this month marks 7 months that we’ve been together. Is it lame to keep count? Anyway, long story short, we met on tinder this past summer. Tinder of all places. I never would’ve guessed that I would meet someone I could actually fall in love with.
He is the sweetest man. Not like that cheesy I’ll-feed-you-bullshit kinda sweet, but that genuine I care for you, I adore you kinda sweet. The strange part is, he doesn’t look the part. He’s quiet, reserved and to others may come off as an asshole or to “good” to talk to you, but I found this other said. The side that holds my face and tells me he loves me. The side that catches him staring at me while he’s trying to hide his grin. The side that would run to my aide at the mention of needing help. It feels genuine. Free. Full of hope and love. I feel so lucky. Things are easy. Conversation flows like water and even in silence there’s a comfort in just being next to each other. And the sex….well it’s pretty amazing. Like really really good ya’ll.
Sometimes it feels a little surreal. He met Judah last month and I met his kiddos this month. I wanted to wait a while to make sure we protected the hearts of the kiddos. My kiddo loves him and he seems to get along well with Judah. His kiddos are teenagers, sweet and well mannered. I try to play it cool but deep down I want them to like me. I’ve given them thier space and moved slowly to give them time to get used to me. All of this makes me so happy.
Im excited to see what 2016 has in store for us. Till next time.
So I’ve been wanting to write for a couple of weeks now. But my stupid laptop was not cooperating with me. Anyway, I’ve had a rough couple of weeks. My baby is turning 4 years old in a month, and for the past couple of weeks he’s been asking me for a baby brother. I don’t even know what to say to him. The first time he asked me I wanted to break down and cry.
When I got married envision my life with maybe 3 kids. I grew up in a pretty big family and I loved it. I wanted the same for my son. We struggle to conceive but hoped that one day we will be able to try IVF again or adopt. Well we see how that turned out. I feel guilty and heartbroken. I wish I could give him what he so genuinely wants. It’s hard not to wish that someone would just come into my life and give me that family I had hoped for. Maybe one day….Who knows.
On another note I went to go drop my son off today to his dad, and there was a picture of him and his new girlfriend on his bar. I had always wondered if he was seeing her while we were dating and trying to work things out. So I asked him. and I got the answer I was expecting. He said they were not dating, but that they were hanging out and that the time that I came over TWO weeks after we had broken up she was the one that was there with him..with her son…and thier luggage. This made me sad and mad and frustrated all of the same time. I was sad that I had trusted this person, and the things he was telling me about bringing our family back together, and he chose instead to do things behind my back and lie. I was mad because I had allowed it all. I was hurt because it seems so unfair that he has someone to come home too, to talk to and to do all those new love things with.
I know that tomorrow I’ll feel better. I’ll remember that she’s better off with him than I am and that one day I’ll have love, real love, the kind that doesn’t doesn’t hurt that doesn’t lie that doesn’t cheat the kind that doesn’t fizzle away.
But tonight. I will be sad.
Tomorrow will be better.
After my son was born I pretty much settled my heart on only having one child. Not because I only wanted one but because we struggled to have Judah. After trying for a couple of years, we turned to IVF for help. According to an IVF calculator our chances for a pregnancy the first time was 32%, that number dropped to 10%-20% being that there was only one egg being transferred.
I was terrified. I used to lie awake at night praying, hoping that everything was okay early on in the pregnancy. Because of all that we went through we decided that we would adopt.
Fast forward to now. Im divorced. Not dating anyone. Ha, there’s not even someone on the radar. But the other night I was sitting with my almost 4 year old son and he turns and asks me if he could have a brother. 😦 my heart broke. I grew up in a big family and loved it. I feel bad that he doesn’t have any siblings. I wish he did. I see him sometimes in his room playing by himself and I wish he had someone to giggle with, to be his side kick, to grow old with.
Who knows. Maybe one day, hopefully soon, I’ll meet that gentle man that will love me and maybe give me that big family I’ve always wanted.
This weekend was valentines day and im happy to say that I survived. Woohoo. My day consisted of being with the ones I love. Breakfast with my parents. Girl time…. watched 50 shades of Grey. And ended the night at home. Alone and happy. I am so greatful for what I havr accomplished, what God has changed in my life and what He has allowed to change me.
Two years ago I was a different person. I was broken, betrayed, worn and very unhappy. I held my head high on the outside and used up every ounce of my strength to stay strong for my baby. When he went to his dad’s house I would cry myself to sleep. I was in a dark tunnel with no end in sight. Everything seemed impossible. You see, I come from a family of marriages. It’s what I had always wanted. A husband, a few babies, a home, ect. I dreamed of a beautiful life of traveling and late night chats. I dreamed that the man I would marry would hold my heart forever. Through the thick and thin we would fight on.
Then everything died.
It was stripped away from me. I mourned deeply because all that I had wanted had walked out of the door. My dreams dragging behind him. The thought of someone else hurt, the thought of dating, moving on, seeing him with someone new, and the thought of lost love hurt. The thought of my son having step parents hurt. The thought of finding love again hurt. The thought of being alone hurt. Everything. Even my physical body hurt.
Days turned into weeks; weeks turned into months then into years. Just as the time passed so did the pain and the uncertainty. I am so happy now. I mean I have my not so great days but I have a plan. The light at the end of the tunnel is now shining bright on my face. I am blessed with a beautiful son and everyday has something to be thankful for. I look forward to the future, to finishing what I started, to learning and growing, to loving and I look forward to finding someone who will love me like I deserve. ♥