A Detailed Account of A Marriage and All Things Relative
I’m very unsentimental about pretty much everything. I’m not a keeper, I’m hardly a crier {about that kind of thing, come on} and I will rarely get Sappy McSob about things.
But the other night, when I emptied the last of my dirty wrinkled haphazard belongings from our first apartment as Wife & Husband, I cried.
A LOT.
Ok that’s not all of them, but some of them. The pretty ones. Heck they are all pretty.
Not to be histrionic, but I’m IN LOVE with my leadership class at work. This love was compounded by the 5 straight days we spent learning about ourselves in close quarters.
Once upon a time, in a land not so far away {Western PA to be exact} there was a girl, who was by all accounts, the biggest, baddest bitch their ever was.
look there she is at her meanest, tan and blonde.
Most of the animosity and scorn that people encountered were the girl’s way of dealing with intensely hurt feelings. Feelings that were hurt by people she trusted and loved. Hurt that retrospectively changed her life for the better but stung and nettled the girl into a bitchy furry that almost cost her her new husband, her dear friends and quite possibly her life.
In the years after moving away from the land not so far away the girl became much nicer, realizing that not everyone she loved would hurt her, and that opening herself up for hurt and disappointment was a part of life that could enhance, rather than ruin. And everyone lived happily ever after.
Right?
