Due to the recent circumstances that lead to the "Dear Husbands" post, I have decided to write a book about the particular husband, his brother (whom I dated for about 6 years) and their father from the perspective of the wives and girlfriends whose lives they have impacted through their sex-addled brains.
I started it in the height of my anger and frustration last week and worked on it for two nights straight and then stopped. I will continue, probably this week, but I needed to take a little break.
Remembering the days of that relationship gave me dreams at night that I do not enjoy. It also brought back memories that I do not like to dwell on and some of the feelings the old relationship brought on a regular basis.
I am so thankful to be married to my husband. He is my best friend, we can tell each other anything and everything, but we retain a level of privacy and respect because we trust each other. We can have fun doing anything or nothing.
When we got married the pastor asked us to write down ahead of time "our story". How we met, how we got together, what we like about each other, etc. During the ceremony they read parts of our stories aloud and it was a really great part of the experience. It made the whole thing very personal, very "us."
While I am choosing to remember things from a past life for the ultimate betterment of those who may someday be in a similar situation, here's to my Now-Life. Here's to my husband.