Ain’t that the truth.
I always knew (or thought I knew) I’d get married and have children. I mean, except for that stint of time I “knew” I didn’t want to have children at all. I just always kind of thought it would be easier to get here.
I blame Hollywood, really. And Disney. As long as I can remember I’ve been bombarded by stories of Prince Charming and Happily Ever After. This isn’t to start a rant on how unrealistic Hollywood and Disney are (or how damaging they can be to girls looking for The One), I’m just sayin’.
Anyway. It’s been a hell of a trip. Heartbreak after heartache and failed relationship after failed relationship after failed relationship. And with each new relationship, I’d invariably throw myself into head first, because, well, I feel with all I’ve got. I don’t tend to half ass things when it comes to matters of the heart. I was always scared, but I always did it anyway. Long story short, it took a long time to get here. It’s been, to put it simply, a rough fucking road to get to this point in my life where I feel like it’s all how it should be.
And that, I think, is how it should be. Something about not being able to appreciate the good without experiencing the bad. Gotta get through the rain to get to the rainbow. Blah blah blah.