I was born in the 80's, raised by the 90's. The 2000's were my wild days. When I was 19, I decided to leave home and get married to my husband; someone I barely knew. I spent 8 years trying my damnedest to make it work. Because once upon a time I truly and heartily believed it was supposed to work more than anything else in my life was supposed to work or happen or anything. But it was a shadow from the beginning and I just didn't know it. It's a hard place and a hard thing to realize about such a huge choice, but I'm there and I'm trying to make the most of it for my son, myself and my husband.
There was a day - even if in the fleeting and fickle mind of a selfish teenager - that I felt something for him beyond apathy and disappointment. There was a time. And I try to remember that. He doesn't think I do, but I do.
And here I am, wrapping up my twenties, trying to make the most of the end of another decade. My friend recently told me "You are a survivor! Not a sinker!" ... That is what I keep in mind. No matter what people say or do around me, no matter the struggles - whether self-made or not - I am still me.
I am a mother; a strong, stubborn, selfish, thoughtful, caring, creative person. I am a goofy, sometimes graceful, positive, generous and hopeful Daughter of the King. I have no idea what is coming up next for me but I know it will be something wonderful.
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