Saturday, June 16. Training begins. With my upcoming nuptials with Kenrick I’ll actually be a stepmother by year’s end. I suppose I never really thought about that possibility before Kenrick. I was still of the age and mindset that I was still young
enough to again find love with someone with no children and for that someone to not need for me to have children. Well, you know what they say about the best laid plans…
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I used to think that sometimes having the support of family and friends was over-rated. For the people that know me best they know that I like to keep to myself or my very small circle of friends. I generally don’t like people I often say. However, yesterday was a day where the persistence of having family and friends contact me during a very difficult breakup helped more than I imagined. Granted, they didn’t always say what I wanted to hear but they did help me to see that life has to go on.
The breakup is still so fresh (not even a week old) that I have yet to leave the house. I am still in the stage where I crazily hold out hope that maybe this was just one big nightmare. But as I lay alone in bed and huddle over to the side of the bed that was once his, I feel moments of relief that I may actually make it through. It’s bittersweet though. I have the bed back to myself and I no longer have to cling to one corner. However, alternately, his once annoying and wonderful snoring body is also now gone forever. Continue reading “When Family and Friends Butt In”
The funny thing about life is just how often it can throw you for a loop. Just when you think you have things figured out it has a nasty way of saying, nope, don’t get too comfortable. Mere days off of a breakup I can’t help but to think about how
devastating these things can be. Regardless of who wanted to breakup or even the circumstances both sides are left in an emotional state of despair. At least, I assume he’s in despair, I don’t know for sure. You’re left in a place debating your self-worth and you are emotionally bruised and broken. I’m still in the phase where you think about the things that person did in the relationship. You know, the things that were cute when you first started dating, that became annoying after you got to know each other better, and that become cute and endearing when you reflect back after the breakup. The tough thing about relationships is the likely breakup that results from them. You have to put in all the time of grieving, analyzing and over analyzing what happened and what could have been done differently. Then of course there’s the beating yourself up over its demise. Continue reading “When You Have to Say Goodbye”
LaToya M. Davidson-Perez 