First off I need to make it clear that my marriage vows meant a lot to me. Unlike some people I could mention
... when I got married, it was for keeps. It was til death do us part, not until you screw up do us part, or, until we move to a new country and everything gets scary do us part, or, until I can't help but notice a viking sex god personal trainer looking at me a certain way do us part.
So anyway. Judge if you want but just remember that people have to live the way they think is right, and my right way was to give my marriage all the shot I could give it.
Well, until it all went to shit again.
He asked me not to blog -- no scratch that, he TOLD me not to blog about it and I can't tell you how good it feels that the day after he packed his bags here I am!
DON'T tell me what to do Mr. Don't tell me that me sharing my thoughts on our little move to Sweden is what put you under pressure that you acted out. Please! Because you just had no choice to boink your secretary because I was blogging? Uhhuhh.
Which, I am typing this now and it's crazy. I am reading the words I am typing and I'm like - what? Please! I believed this guy even for a second? This A-HOLE who walked out on me and left me as alone as any human being could be in a strange country.
But you know what? I did. I felt bad. I stepped up and I took responsibility for what he said hurt him and put our marriage on the course to dunzo and suddenly it's like the storm clouds have cleared and I'm like WHAT? I wrote a little blog and maybe complained a tiny bit about the MAJOR LIFE CHANGE you forced me to take on, and you fell into the arms of however many Swedish twinkies but sure, we're even. I need to apologize to you as much as you need to apologize to me, you know what, let me do it a little bit more because as the woman in this little equation, of course it's up to me to make things good again, amiright? I have ovaries and a hoo-hah and that means I take the whole responsibility for making things good.
This is not a one post story. I need to take a walk (oh, it's minus 7 right now, btw. Awesome) and take a minute and take a breath and I'll be back with more gory details.