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I cried quietly into my pillow back at the hotel. Something had changed in the dynamic of our friendship: Bob, Steve, and me. I suddenly wondered what I was doing. Everything felt shaken up and broken. What I felt for Steve, I knew couldn’t be real. At the time still a [...]

I have done my best to be 100% honest in telling my story. I am too afraid that Bob will find the blog and try to start a lawsuit or I will be humiliated like the guy from A Million Pieces to be dishonest. I have changed names and locations to protect the [...]

Just for fun, I thought I would tell you the story of how Bob proposed. It was quite romantic. In fact, I bet it’s the most interesting love story you will read all year!
I went to meet his parents in Clovis, New Mexico for spring break. That’s an interesting story itself, but I’ll skip to [...]

It’s getting confusing, I think, to keep straight when I was what, so I thought I would lay it out to clear up any misunderstandings!
1980’s
I think when I was born in 1983, my parents would be considered more evangelical as opposed to fundamentalist. What’s the difference? I’m not sure there is one, but I differentiate [...]

Somehow, I managed to stay quite sheltered throughout my years in public school. Nerdy and awkward, it wasn’t hard for me to have no friends my first year. I attended a small private school until seventh grade, when my mother tried to homeschool me. She still worked nights, however, and wasn’t very interactive. I would [...]

It’s interesting to go back and read thoughts on the beginning of a relationship that ended badly. Sometimes, I wonder, what was I thinking?! Well, now I know!   Here is the first journal entry I ever wrote that mentioned Bob. And wow, it’s . . . well, just read it for yourselves. Sorry, Steve!
This [...]

I tell people I didn’t become an atheist just because I was angry at God, and that is true. One of the reasons I know this is because I did go through an angry phase right after I separated from Bob. My reasoning: I spent everything I had on pleasing God, and I lost everything: [...]

At the age of five, my family moved from Pine Bluff to Russellville, where I spent most of my childhood on the banks of the Arkansas River. I loved it. I had my own private paradise in a neighborhood with huge backyards that were meant to be shared. I spent hours pretending to be a [...]

(Warning: This post contains stronger language than is usually found in my blog. If you don’t like it, don’t read it!)
Seeing all the Sesame Street characters on Google this week reminds me of the short period of time I enjoyed a normal, mainstream childhood. I don’t know what happened between November 10, 1983 (my birthday) [...]

I felt overwhelmed the first week of my sophomore year in college. An RA on the freshman hall, I had spent the week putting up bulletin boards, helping freshmen get settled, dealing with homesickness (in said freshmen, not myself), and trying to fix all the little things that had broken. All with one arm. I’d [...]