If you haven’t read it yet, read
Part 1: The Heartbreak | Part 2: Self Destruction
Part 3: Mirrored Suffering | Part 4: Mending Hearts

Turns out he was asked to play a gig that night and he needed to pick up his guitar. We planned to meet at my house and just take one car. We figured he would be sleeping at my place. Neither one of us wanting to be alone that night. When he got to my house we headed to the bar.

As soon as we got there we each grabbed a beer and he went to set up. I waited in a booth where a few friends joined me. That night I did something I hadn’t done in years. I can’t say exactly what emotion drove me to do it, but I do know it was too strong to be stopped.

I joined some friends in the parking lot to get high.

Big mistake. It had been so long that it hit me like a freight train. Almost instantly I felt sick to my stomach. After returning inside and taking a drink from my second beer, I found myself running back outside to hurl. He came out after me, sat by my side, and held my hair back for me. Suddenly I was surrounded by my friends who stayed with me until I was ready to head back in. We joked and laughed and had a great time. When we all went back in, I felt so much better. Watched him play, finished my second beer and had a couple more before heading home. Happy.

That night I had a blast and it was all because of a simple friendly gesture between friends. It reminded me that there’s more to life and myself than one person. My loved ones were made up of many. My mistakes in a relationship should not dictate the type of person I would be as a mother. People would miss me. I wouldn’t be where I am now, blissful with my two wonderful children, my great friends, and my very awesome husband.

I’m thankful he was there to save me from myself and that he stuck around so we could build this great life together. Believe me when I say, I will always love him for that.

Today marks 6 years I’ve been head-over-heels in love with this wonderful guy.