Happy Xmas Eve Eve, Loyal Reader. We’ve almost made it through another year.

When i feel the most stressed, the most out-of-sorts and ‘crazy’, I either ignore this blog completely or involve it deeply into my daily life. I feel it is an anchor that either holds me close to shore or seems to weigh me down. I see it as a chore or a reprieve, but either way rather telling in regards to my current state of mind.

I don’t mean to #humblebrag, but it’s a curious thing finding one’s soul mate so early on in life. I have loved The Husband since 7th grade, and although i’ve loved other men, he never entirely left my mind. He was always a flight of fancy, a dream-perfect man who I could think about fondly when no going about the business of living. Living, at times, without knowing where he lived, if he was dating, if he was alive. No contact for years. Hearsay, from his high-school ex-girlfriend, who is a mutual friend of ours now.  Heresy and little else.

 

Thank you Facebook for bringing us back in chat-range.

Thank you ex-boyfriend for being so forgiving when I decided to stop living with you and go be with the Husband in California.

Thank P and forever P for being a good friend to Chris and introducing us to your lovable gang of weirdos.

Thanks Parents and Sister for being so damn cool about me upheaving my life for a man.

Thank you all, loyal readers, for following along as we stumble through this thing called marriage and sanity.

I come back to this journal because it reminds me that I really WAS crazy. Literally. Keep me away from psychiatric wards. Everything else I can cope with. So long as I don’t think I’m pregnant with the child of christ…again. That was an interesting summer.

and The Husband saw me through it, when everyone, family even, was telling him to cut his losses. He stayed with me.

I’m a very lucky girl.

 

So even with the rooms left to clean, work to be attended tomorrow, dishes to wash, and the houseguests slowly approaching, I can handle my shit. Because he handled it and I want to be as good a person as he is. Also, Love.

Love to you, loyal reader.