In eleven days I'm leaving the great state of Texas, for the fresh pine scented air of Washington. I followed my heart, did what I wanted to do, loved like I should, and was left empty handed and broken hearted. After spending three years with someone of whom I trusted and loved, he dropped me like I never mattered at all. Lied to me like I didn't hear, tore me like I didn't feel.
In an earlier post, I stated it was better to have loved and lost, then ever to have loved at all. I said that some people might disagree with that statement. Well, I am that person. I was perfectly content with being alone with my dogs. My dogs never lied to me, never betrayed my trust, never made me feel that I didn't exist or didn't matter. Dog love, and I mean this in a platonic sense, no bestiality here people, is the greatest love of all.
I have my new munchkin Alexandria, who was born one day before my birthday, who she is all I'll ever need. Together we are going to start on a great new adventure together.
So here I am, stronger, wiser, a little less naive, and a little less kind then before, about to embark on something new, a change. Life leads us blind, and the roads we walk on are never straight and narrow. This bumpy ride I'm on not is exactly what I hoped it would be, but I'm ready for it and I wouldn't have it any other way.
