Really just thinking out loud, trying to put my thoughts on paper. Hopefully the outcome will be a beautiful story
I've read it in book, heard it spoken of in church, listened to my mom preach about it... "Just have faith, and it will all work out". Faith, for me, is something that has been hard to come by. I've had a rough 13 years. No doubt it could have been worse. But there were definitely times I felt like running... escaping... just getting away, however that meant. There were times I often wondered if some people were just not meant to find true happiness.
In August of 06, I found it, although I was oblivious to it at the time. All I knew was that this man made me laugh. He made my children laugh, and I sincerely enjoyed his presence. The question was... for how long? When was it going to end? Because this kind of thing just doesn't happen to a 27 year old divorced mother of three.
It wasn't long befoe it started to crumble. His ex-wife was giving him grief about his daughter being around me. She threatened to make it difficult for him to see his daughter. And, so, as to be expected I guess with any good father, he turned away from me. This was the first time in my life that my heart would not let go. My heart would not believe anything else other than that we would pull through. For the first time in a long time, I had faith.
(To be continued)