My junior year of High School (yes waaaayy back in the 90s) I met and starting dating a boy. Not even sure why I liked him, I think it's because he liked my friends and family, which my previous boyfriend did not. We dated through my college years, got an apartment then a condo. Then, by no logical means, we decided to take the "next logical step" in life - get married. I got proposed to with no ring while we were living in my mother's house to catch up on bills [completely unromantic, there is no story with frills I can tell]. Any way, we had a nice lavish wedding, bought a house and about 9 months later had a beautiful baby boy. While I was enjoying my beautiful new baby, he was out trying to discover who he was, which eventually became a truth : that he was gay [I was the only one shocked about this]. So we then did something completely logical - get divorced. Three years and a nitty-gritty custody/financial battle later I have finally cut all ties from that life, and thanks to my wonderful family have emerged completely intact, starting from scratch [or less than scratch].
But I am lucky. Chapter 2 [of my life] is proving itself very worthy. I have a beautiful son, Landon, who is, unbelievably pushing 4 years old. I have a great and promising job from a top Vermont company. I have found REAL love. Someone who likes to do things with me, just spend time with me and has very similar interests. He has helped re-introduce me to another real love of mine : Music. We have traveled far and aventured together in the past few years to explore our love of music together, it's already been a blast. So cheers to Chapter 2, and trying to erase as much of Chapter 1 as I can. This is my blog.
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