Awhile back my sister began the tale of men in her life. She named it something about the "50 men" you meet in your life. She made it to blog # 4 and quit. Pity, because her story was interesting. It's funny that we find relief (not comic in this case) in others' stories.
It seems that I could have the chance to take my "adventure" to Lifetime. The only thing missing is murder and jail time. I often sit and think of things I would like to write, but as soon as I find my way to a computer they flutter out of my mind. This entire recollection will probably be broken and make no sense to most reading it, not to mention, be strung out over a vast amount of time. Truthfully, I only write when I am a little tipsy, so typos could happen. I am a person finally figuring out who she is. I am on the verge of 27 and ready to turn 30. I spent the last year deployed with a 32 year old, and her outlook has made 30 seem like the new frontier. I lost a very good friend when we were 20, and for each year that I am allowed, I see it as a blessing. I want to continue to do the things she wasn't able to do. Silly right?
I guess to give you an idea of where I am from I should start with where I currently exist. I am a 26 year old woman. I am on my second marriage. I have 2 beautiful children (I mean this). Having my children might very well have saved my life. Someone out there decided that mine was a life worth saving.
Since we are starting with the current, my husband is an incredible man. He cooks, he cleans, and he gives the most amazing orgasms ever (not to mention my first "G Spot" O ever). Although he puts most of his time into his career, a chef, he seems hellbent on spoiling me and our children. I am the closest thing to a princess a woman in our state has ever come to feeling, so you ask what could ever need my attention to write a blog (or you are just yelling "Eff you, you spoiled B!").
Sentiment, is washing over me, so here goes. I was born to a mother and father that had been high school sweethearts. Background of my father: He was born into a family that is as close to "Leave it to Beaver" as possible. He was the youngest of 3 boys, and with the oldest joining the Navy and middle fulfilling every need of the community, he had high standards to live up to. Background of my mother: She was born the oldest of a financially unfortunate family. She unfortunately was born with a birth defect that caused her to have renal failure. In turn, she was in a rush to live life while she had the chance to do it. By the time they were 25 my mother had graduated high school, had a kidney transplant (graciously given by her mother), and had a little baby girl. All of the sudden she realized that she was alive but not free, and had never had any "me time". Around the time I turned 1 she split. My father had been raised with all the values of the era, and tried very hard to give me a life. Little did we know that that would involve him working all of the time. Luckily I was blessed with wonderful sets of grandparents (on both sides).
My father's parents stepped in to take care of most of the heavy lifting. They would get me ready for school, make sure I had lunch during school, and give me something to do once I was home from said school. I have watched them through the years and seen what true love is. I have learned that sacrifice is needed to make life work, and that if happiness isn't there, it can't be forced.
My mother's parents were a little different. Without them I'm not sure I would have ever really known my mother. They put in the time and effort that should have been her tasks. They opened their home to me, and made sure I was around when she came home for her short visits. They made sure to take me to see her when times were tight and she couldn't make the trip home. Without them I would not have known her. Perhaps, without them I would not have known so much pain, but in the end it has made me what I am. Who I am today is not something I would change.
Maybe I wish I could have met my husband sooner. Maybe I wish I could have had a "normal" family. But maybe, just maybe, I am completely happy with who I am. There is no one like me, and that is the most comforting thing I have found in the World.
This is just the intro to a whole mess of "adventures". Stay tuned for the really "juicy" stuff. That is assuming anyone reads this thing...
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