By the time I graduated from college I had moved in with & subsequently broken up with two different boys. The “breaking up” portion of these relationships usually entailed begging friends for help moving & dragging all of my worldly possessions around in the back of a borrowed pick-up truck.
So, I made a promise to myself about nine years ago. (Crap, has it been that long? I’m old!!) I promised myself I would not move in with another man until I was married. I was over moving.
I broke that promise I made to myself, accepting a beautiful platinum & sapphire ring as a substitute for an actual marriage.
Recently, I have discovered that you make promises to yourself for a reason!!
Today I am living in a friend’s guest room. I am moving all of my furniture into storage as I wait out the lease I accepted letting a couple live in my condo.
I think to myself that I knew better than this, the whole time, I knew better.
Markie reminded me this weekend that I needed to switch around my bracelet. I need to have the open end facing out, to indicate my heart is open. Yeah, like I have time to worry about that. 
It's one of those things things they sell to tourists in the Caribbean. Obviously, Markie's heart is always open, especially late at night.
5 comments:
Good Luck Amanda.
Thinking about you, dear cousin. If there is anything I can do, let me know. (I'd ship you some booze, but I hear that's illegal...)
Love you.
I'm sorry for your hurting heart.
All I can offer is a night with lots of kids, warm and cheesy potato soup and homemade rolls. Maybe some blueberry cobbler?
wanna come over and let the ruckus of my house drown out your ouchies for a little while?
thinking of you
Heather
Hey, don't waste your time beating yourself up for being human. It happens. You are going to be OK and your life will unfold the way it is meant to.
I love you,
Mom
Thanks for the offer Heather, you brought a smile to my face today. :-)
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