Its funny how ten years ago I was all about my ex-husband. I grew my hair out for him, did what he wanted and never even began to question it. I never got to even watch what I wanted to watch on T.V. I remember when I moved to Texas to live with my parents, I went to get my hair cut, I picked out the style on my own without anyone's say so, but when I started to feel the hair fall away I had a panic attack. It was all I could do not to freak out in the chair. But looking back on those days how broken I was. As the days rolled into 2 yrs later I spent a lot of time alone. In fact I thrived better than if I was in a group of people. True I made a few friend while I was there but over time I began to push them away. Mostly due to the fact that I was going to be moving to be with Shutterbug but another reason was I was just getting tired of people in general. I was all too happy whenever the parents went away for the weekend. It was just me and my sister puppy. And now here I am all moved in and settled into my new life with Shutterbug, it's crazy to think it's been six months already. Six months of love and laughter. I love how we just mesh together so well there was no awkwardness at all.We settled into a routine, we have coffee together in the mornings on the weekends, and we go on roadtrips together. This year is our first christmas actually together and not celebrating a week later. It was so much fun to put the tree up and decorate it together. It took two years but now I am finally divorced and free from my ex. I almost cried when I got the papers, tears of joy and relief. I have a key on my dresser to remind me that I hold the key to my own life now. To also remind me that I am no longer a prisoner of my own life.
