Loser at Love

By the time we are in our twenties, most of us have been in love... Or at least what we would consider to be love. Puppy love, high school sweatheart love. Whatever, love is love. By the time I was twenty, I had a baby and was living his father and I thought this was my life forever. It was not the end for me (Thank God!!)

I see a lot of my friends go through heart break and loneliness and trying to get their exes back. The ones who are not trying to get the ex back and still obsessing about the ex but pretending they are not. I just want to say... Get over it. Someday, when everything is falling into the right place you will find what you need and it will be everything you ever imagined and more. Much, much more.

I myself was not looking to fall in love. It hit me like a ton of bricks and I was smart enough to hold on for dear life. My husband is the most amazing, supportive, beautiful, strong, big, absolutely wonderful man to me and our children.

What happened when I met him? I became a loser. I lost so much crap that I had been carrying around from the past that I became new again. It was like being with a man for the first time and nothing or no one else could compare. It was like experiencing life for the first time. Everything was better with him. All of a sudden going to the store was exciting. A hamburger became more delicious if I was having it with him. Everything was better with him. I lost all the bitterness of past relationships. I lost the resentment for the people who were suppose to take care of me because now we had formed our own team. I lost the feeling that no one would ever have my back.

With him I was finally home.

I knew the minute I saw him that he was the only person for me and I let him know right away.

I'm not writing to brag about the wonderful life I have. I am writing this to let people know that there are second chances, and in some cases third or fourth chances. If you love them let them know.