Well the title says it all, almost all. I am 27 years old and going through a divorce. Lucky me! Not really. Before I get started, I'd like to tell that this is not my first attempt at a blog. I have had many blog ideas over the last couple years; the recovery of my mom, my 50 lb weight loss, and last but not least a blog about my husband's (soon to be ex) funny antics. Which if you knew him, they use to occur often. Like the time he tried to convince me that the XL Tactical Vest was a romantic present for me and not an impulse buy for himself. I still think that one takes the cake.
To protect...well not completely protect because let's be honest, I am hoping that one day this blog gets turned into a book then a movie and when I am forced to promote said book and movie I'll have to go on talk shows after talk shows and eventually my face will be all over the world and my soon to be ex will have to see me wherever he goes... but until then I will be trying to protect all those involved so we will call my soon to be ex husband EH, for obvious reasons and because I am too lazy to come up with a witty nickname.
I want you to know I will always love my EH. That's not to say I'm not angry
over the situation, but love will always be there. And I don't know if I
will ever love any man as much as I love him. I also want to say that
although he has given me reasons for the divorce, I know there are
probably a million other, some of which may make more sense. But I
haven't been given those reasons, at least not by him. So at the end of
the day all I have to hold onto are the ones he has given me, and those
my friends, hurt. But before we get to those reasons, let me give you a little background on our relationship.
EH and I have been together for 7 years and married for 4 of those. Now to most of you that may not seem long at all but our story began way before that. A year ago we were looking to buy a home and I wrote the below letter to give homeowners a little insight into the couple looking to buy their home. Again I'll be changing names and locations which will hopefully not confuse all of you. So without further ado, here is a snippet of our story:
I hate to start at the beginning, but to really know us I must take you back 25 years.
In 1985 my mom, JP, became best friends with a woman, AC, who lived across the street on Treat Drive, T.O , CA. JP even named AC’s first and only son.
JP and her husband, TP, had three daughters while AC and her husband, TC, had 4 children, 3 girls and a boy. The three oldest of the two families named themselves “The Treat Debs.” At only 1-½ years old I appeared in several of their shows, playing Glinda the Good Witch, or whatever else they chose to dress me up in.
The two families had great adventures; from dinners to Disneyland they never stopped laughing. Unfortunately, AC, her husband and their four children had to move up north, but that did not stop them from visiting, catching up with one another, and remaining as close as ever. My mom and AC prayed one day they would become family, although they already considered themselves sisters.
That’s where we come in. AC’s son, EH, and I enjoyed each other’s company growing up, but we never imagined we would end up together. 6 Years ago that all changed. We fell in love and knew we were destined to be with each other.
The changing point in our relationship came around the same time my mom was rushed to the hospital while in a coma on December 27, 2007, EH’s 22nd birthday. The prognosis was dim to say the least. With a brain tumor, brain hemorrhage, brain stem herniation, and stroke, the neurosurgeon had no hope for her survival if she were to go into surgery. And if she did survive the surgery, he felt she would 100% be in a persistent vegetative state.
If you knew my mom, you would know she has a will to live. And so we went with surgery. And I can honestly say it was the best decision we have ever made because if you met my mom today, you would never know what she has been through. From learning how to walk, talk, eat, and speak again to now driving, she has made a miraculous recovery.
When my mom was in the hospital, I realized how sad it was that EH and I had not gotten married sooner. We didn’t know how far along she would come in her recovery, so on February 29, 2007 (leap day) EH and I decided to go to the courthouse, get married and let my mom know that her daughter and the little boy she named 22 years ago had gotten married. It was one of the first things she could remember day to day. And it was the best thing we could have done. Sometimes EH and I joke that from the beginning this has been an arranged marriage, but we both know our marriage was written in the stars and we are soul mates.
Because of the journey we have gone through together, and what has happened over the last three years, EH and I would love to stay as close to my family as possible. And with EH working two jobs in W.V., CA and me working two jobs in T.O., CA, we are looking for a place to call our own. A place we can come home to every night and thank God for all that He has given us.
I’ve included some pictures to show you how family oriented we are. We can’t wait to start a family of our own. But for now, we are able to enjoy the company of our niece, TL and our little dog H. And I’ve included a picture with my younger sister, BP, who will be living with us for the first year. For the last three years she has given a lot of her time remaining at home to help my mom adjust and live on her own. I hope this letter has given you a little insight into who we are and why we are interested in buying your home.
Sincerely,
LP
Sad right. A year later and my EH has just told me he does not want to be married. In his words, "I want to get drunk every night with no money, I want to live in the city, and I don't want children until I'm in my 30s." Well to me those do not constitute as reasons to divorce. Maybe a separation and therapy but he says no. He DOES NOT WANT TO BE MARRIED. Soooo here I am. I must warn you there will be laughter and tears, but I'm hoping that through it all you and I will find the light at the end of this tunnel, which to be honest seems very dark and crummy right now.
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