Well, I think it is high time I started posting on this thing. I definitely think a lot has happened in the few years since I started this blog. Let's start with this. I started the blog in 2010, it's now 2012. In 2010 I was married, miserable, working a terrible job, and living in the crick. (West Creek, that is.) Since 2010, I have changed jobs, gotten divorced, and am now extremely happy. Happier than I could have imagined. The only thing that hasn't changed, I haven't left the crick.
I knew it was a good place for me when I moved here. It just felt right. I now know, it's because of Timmy.
Timmy was my neighbor, and he lived about 5 houses down from me. For 3 years I lived down the street from him and we never really talked. Since I was married to a miserable hermit, and wasn't allowed out of the house, a friendly wave was pretty much the extent of our communication. Well, in the summer of 2012, I was offered a new position at work, and it happened to be in the same department as Timmy. As soon as I was hired, I just kept thinking, Timmy and I are neighbors, now we are co workers. It was all too coincidental for me, and for 3 months I would leave my house and look in the rearview mirror to see if he was behind me. Some days we would follow each other all the way to work, without even meaning to. Naturally, it wouldn't be long before it clicked that, "hey, maybe we should ride together."
So, on January 3, 2012 I decided to get Timmy's number from the department address list, (stalker, you say? Yup!) and text him to ask him if he wanted to carpool. It just so happened that he wouldn't be reporting back to our main work site for a few days, but we started to text anyway. Since I was absolutely miserable in my marriage, and there were a lot of underlying, hard-to-explain circumstances with my relationship, the new friend I had gained didn't really make me think twice about whether my HermitHusband would care or not. So, Timmy and I began talking on a daily basis. Just chit chat, with a casual flirt here and there. How much flirting can you really do in a text message? At any rate, on January 9, 2012 we were finally able to ride together. It was so different. Different from being with any other person I had even been in a car with. It was really nice to be able to talk to him in person, and laugh with someone who actually thought my sense of humor was funny. He made me feel great, and he called me beautiful. Did he want me to fall in love with him? Well it worked. I found myself thinking about him more and more, and we were talking all the time. I couldn't help it. This brown eyed, long haired, macho guy from down the block was capturing my heart.
Now onto the home life explanation. You know, it's not like I "hated" my (now ex) husband, but we weren't compatible. Always fighting, nothing I ever did was right. He even had a problem when I highlighted my hair, and he never called me beautiful. Not, ever. Never. We were a match made in marriage hell. We got married when I was 22, and he was 21. It was in Vegas (not a drive thru!), and I knew we were too young. It just seemed like the "next step". You know that step, right? The one where you have been living with someone for over a year and it just "seems right". If you are in this current situation, make sure it's right before moving onto the next step.
Anyway, after over a year of thinking about it, and begging him to go to counseling, on February 14, 2012, I filed for divorce. I know, I know, I am a heartless bitch to file for the Big D on Valentine's Day. I didn't mean for it to happen that way, but it did.
Now, back to the fun, happy stuff!
Timmy did not once tell me to file for divorce. He was my backbone. He was my friend throughout the whole process. He told me to work it out if I could, but if I couldn't, he would be there to support my decision, whatever it was. After all, we had only been talking for a little over a month, I wasn't prepared to just run off with someone! Now who am I kidding. I told you I loved him already, of course he didn't know this yet, well maybe he did, but I didn't tell him....
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