Love Story- Guest Blog

 

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The month of February is all about Black history month and love. But, I want to share with you guys, how I found myself and fell in love all over again.

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If you have read any of my other posts, I mention how I suffered with depression and anxiety. Those were the most stressful and frustrating years of my life. I forgot who I was, I did not know where I was going nor if I wanted to go, I was hopeless and helpless. There was times I didn’t wish on my worse enemy, I didn’t want to do daily hygiene, talk to family nor friends, I felt like I didn’t need to go to school because I wouldn’t be alive to graduate but,

In 2016 I met this man who became my blessing in disguise, he motivated me and helped me to overcome my depression. He, told me everyday I was beautiful, he helped me with makeup and talked me into going out, he helped me study for my GED, stayed up late night brainstorming about doing business together. We had a lot of awesome ideas too, some may be have been far fetched but, a lot of them was great ideas, like mindofamom.com. We set goals for each other and tried to accomplish them.

Unfortunately this man is not in my life anymore but, what he did for me changed my life. I continued the goals, I continued trying to change my subconscious mind, I meditate and say affirmations daily. I’m not the best when it comes to makeup but I am learning. Back in the day, I didn’t picture myself wearing makeup or weave. I never thought I would feel beautiful, I never thought I would be able to love myself again.

Everyday when I look at myself there are times I want to quit, sometimes I still think I’m not good enough but I look at my kids and how far I came after I met my blessing in disguise,and I remember I am beautiful, I am smart, I am loved, I am healthy!

Saying these affirmations and believing in them, makes my day go by a little easier, and makes me feel empowered, when I look at the better woman, mother, daughter, sister and friend I became I feel empowered, I feel blessed and I am thankful!

I love the woman I am today, I love myself more now than I ever did. This man was not the only one whom helped me, I owe this to my mother and best friend as well, I love you guys and I love me!!

Author Bio: I am a mother of three, business owner of Mom and a mop and student studying business Administration. I love writing, poems, music and enjoying life.

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YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL! Daily affirmations is a great way to start loving your self!  I try to do them everyday, but sometimes I forget. Something else I like to do are called “I feel” it is just owning up to how you feel that day. For example, you could say I feel frustrated and you don’t have to say no more, but sometimes its helps saying I feel frustrated today because …. whatever that reason is. I am happy to hear that you had a person that would help you through your struggles and pull you to a place where you feel comfortable again.
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Chicago, Sept 2018

Randy, Ethan and I all went to Chicago last year for a long weekend. We took the train which was a lot of fun. The train ride is not too long. Once we got to Chicago it was raining and since it was our first time there we did not know where to go. Once we figured everything out we got a bus pass and went on our way to our hotel. We dropped everything off at the hotel and we were ready to eat. We went to Giordano’s and it was delish! The boys keep on saying that we have to go back soon just for the pizza! After we ate we walked around the city for a while and then went back to the hotel and went to bed.


In the monring we went to the Shedd Aquarium  which is one of my favorit spots! There is tons of fish, turtles, sharks, beluga whales, and much more to see there including dolphin shows! Oh yes, don’t forget to pet the sting rays too! While we were there we had lunch and I tried a Chicago style hot dog. I am happy I tried it, but I will not eat it again.

After that went to the Navy Pier looked at the Ferris wheel, looked at the shops and spent time there.

We then went to the Museum of Science and Industry Science is so interesting when they make it hands on! I learned so much there! It was a great place to spend the afternoon. We did a cole mine tour. That was very informative and interesting. Even saw a baby bird hatch! They were all so cute!

 

Off to Millennium Park to see the Cloud Gate (Bean) and Crown Fountain. Ethan did play in the water which was fun to watch and we went and go him a new Chicago shirt. After that we went to the Sky Deck and looked around and took some photos. It was really high up! After that we went to the hotel and went to bed. It was a long and fun day.

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Once we woke up we got some breakfast and went on the bus to head home from the train station. The train ride was very long on the way home because we had to wait for another condtor to drive. They are only allowed to drive for so long. Randy worked on his video, Ethan did his homework, played on his phone and read. I posted photo’s and read. My mom and dad picked us up and we went to get our dog and go home to bed. It was a very fun trip that I hope we get to go and do again some time and check out other activities that we did not get to do this time around.

Be sure to check out my husbands video of our trip here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4XUAehfaEq4&t=3s

Thank you for reading! Have you been to Chicago? If so, what are some of your favorites? If not, what would you like to do in Chicago?

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My Love Story

Someone once told me that you have 3 true love partners and I honestly believe that. The last one is the one you will spend the rest of your life with.  He will be the person that brings out the best in you. He will be caring, thoughtful, faithful, honest, and so much more than just a partner. He will be your soul mate. I am with this person now and I can totally see a difference between our relationship and past relationships. 
To get the full effect of this amazing love story you have to start at the beginning of when I first thought I was in love. 
Let’s start in high school. Senior year, I get pregnant with my boyfriend at the time  As we all know, most things in high school don’t last. The one good thing that came out of it was our son Ethan. He is my pride and joy! Long story, short, Ethan’s father is a great father to him, but we are better off with other people. 
My next relationship was with someone I met through mutual friends and we were together for 2 year until my son and I moved into his place with him. We were together for six years. He proposed to me while we were on vacation and I was beyond happy. I thought this person, was my person, but I did not see all of the warning signs that told me that he was not. I was so wrapped up in how long we were already together and how I wanted to start my next chapter in life (more kids), I couldn’t see the warning signs.  One day, I was on my way to work and he texted me that it was over, because we had a fight the night before and he went and stayed somewhere else. We did not really get along and I didn’t see that until the relationship ended. So, that break up was very hard, but taught me a lot about who I am. 
Ethan and I moved back in with my parents and I saved enough money after a year to purchase my own home. I worked on myself and Ethan for a while until I thought I was ready to get back into the dating game. 
I went on a few dates here and there, but nothing really stood out. One day this person messages me and we start to talk throughout the entire day and night. Basically, anytime we could. He wanted to meet right away, but I was still nervous. I remember the weekend we met. I needed to go get a birthday present for my sister and he was like, well, I can just go with you! So, I said fine. We met and went to the mall. Now something funny about this is, my sister just had her first son and was wanting a book on how to make baby food. We went into the book store at the mall and searched around for one. We had a good time in the book store and afterwards we went to dinner at Red Lobster. It was delish! He dropped me off back at home, but I was really not ready for the night to end so I asked him if he wanted to come in.  We watched a movie and even cuddled. The next few weeks we talked and hung out some. We were ready for Ethan (son) and him to meet! We thought that pizza and skating would be the best plan, because it is always fun to have an activity to do when the communication might not be there, since it’s a new person in our life. Randy and Ethan hit it off. They liked each other from the start. Now they are like best friends! Sometimes, now and then, they have “bro days!”

Randy proposed to me on my 30th birthday and we had our dream wedding in June of 2016! I always knew I would get married on the beach, with my closest family there! Randy and I are best friends and I wouldn’t want it any other way!

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Our Wedding Video: https://youtu.be/SzSU4lr0lNc

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Love Story-Guest Blog

Wuv. True wuv. (Bonus points for knowing that reference) 
It’s February again, and love is in the air. There are several different types of love. Agape love, philia, brotherly love, pragma, long-standing love, even philautia, love of self. 
What is your favourite kind of love? 
I always thought I knew love. I love my parents, my siblings, I love God, and I definitely love my husband. I them them all so much, and I remember saying to my husband, I love you like I’ll never love anyone else. 
That statement is true. It is a different kind of love and I thought it was impossible to love someone more. 
Until one night, November 22nd, I realized I was dead wrong. 
So many people grow up dreaming of having children. I was no exception. When my time came, I read to my belly, rubbed it, sang to it, talked to it. I remember thinking how much I was going to love my baby girl. Again I thought I knew what love was.
Then she was born. I looked deep into those eyes and I was instantly hooked. I felt like I could watch her forever. No matter how much she was covered in  goop! 
It’s been two whole months now, and I still tear up every time she smiles, and when she cries I want to cry. I want to watch her forever and never miss a second. She’s just the perfect little being. 
As much as I thought I knew was love was,  I never knew what a maternal love was. My mother always said “it’s a different kind of love,” but I never paid heed. Until my little girl was born and I realized I will never ever feel such a love for someone else that aren’t my kids. It’s a whole different kind of love, and no matter how much I love my husband, we both agree, it’s the beet kind of love. 

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Breanna Park is a 24 year old first time mom of a little girl. She is a job coach for adults with autism, an ESL teacher, and is a blogger.
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Breanna you and your mom are so right, a mothers love is a different kind of love. I have a thirteen year old and while some days it is hard with him, I still love him no matter what. You are going to love watching her grow into a young woman. Each year is different and you will show and love her more and more each year.

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My love story isn’t one that’s been filled with hearts and flowers the
past 18 months. There have been a lot of highs but just as many moments
of despair, doubt, and fear. He’s been there with me every step of the
way. I haven’t always appreciated it but I’m learning.

I met Matt in college and it was instant attraction. He worked at Walmart
and I shopped there-a lot. Small town and cute boy, what can I say? We got
married in 2008 and immediately set off on adventures together. I like to
think we’ve always been a little unconventional (we live in an RV now!)
even when we’re trying to do the responsible adult thing. We’ve had
hiccups in our marriage but nothing like what we were going to face in
2017.

18 months ago we welcomed the most perfect baby boy into the world.
Weighing 7’3” and 20 inches long, he was a complete angel. And we were in
love from the beginning. I’d say I had the normal “baby blues” after
birth, I cried a lot, felt a few new fears with the baby in the house, but
nothing too awful. When our little guy was almost 2 months, things began
to change. I couldn’t shake these new fears I was having and I began
forming new ones. I became irrationally afraid of things like shoes being
worn in the house. The thought of someone walking in with shoes gave me a
near (or actual) panic attack. I didn’t really want visitors coming over
because I was afraid they’d give something to the baby. I was terrified
for Matt to go to work because he might bring something home. Other things
began popping up and it seemed like there was no relief while I was home
day in and day out with the baby. All I had was time to think. I hoped
this was a temporary thing and I would improve once I went back to work. I
didn’t. I got worse.

I went to a therapist and was diagnosed with postpartum anxiety and
depression. At first, Matt, though he didn’t understand, tried to just be
there and ride through it with me. As the months went on, it got harder
and harder for him to understand. My fears were completely irrational—why
can’t I just not think about them? I should just trust him because he
knows what he’s talking about and I’m not thinking straight. Sometimes
there would be ultimatums. My fears about something had to stop if he did
something to “fix” the problem. Unfortunately, anxiety doesn’t work that
way. When you’ve never experienced it, it’s very hard to put yourself in
the other person’s shoes. I just wanted Matt to try but I know now that’s
not an easy thing to do. I didn’t even understand it myself 99.9% of the
time. I didn’t know how to explain what I was feeling or thinking and
instead lashed out and blamed him. He would do the same in return. It made
for some very lonely times for me in what was supposed to be the happiest
time of my life. I’m starting to realize that it was lonely for him as
well though. Suddenly I wasn’t the same person I’d always been. I wasn’t
the wife he’d always known. His best friend that was up for facing any
challenge life threw at me. I was struggling with that feeling of losing
myself. He was dealing with that loss too.

I’d like to say that all this is behind us. I’ve come a very long way but
I still have days where I struggle. Sometimes we fall into the same
patterns of blaming each other and not listening to the other person’s
feelings. I think we’re getting there though. The one thing I wake up and
marvel at every day is that we’re still here. Doing this life thing
together. It’s thrown us a crazy turn or two but neither one of us is
going anywhere. I’m now sure that my husband is the kind that “sticks.”
And I am too. For that, I’m so grateful and blessed.

Dedicated to my forever Valentine, Matt.

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Beth’s story is heartfelt! I am so happy that you got the help that you needed after your son was born. You are right, it is hard to explain anxiety and depression unless you have lived it. Both you and Matt are so strong for sticking together and living life everyday together. I hope you and your family grow and learn together. I have always thought about living in an RV!

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My Second Best Love Story

My name is Meg, and I’m here to tell a love story. This story is a winding one, and like all good love stories, it doesn’t end. This story is my second best love story – the story of learning to love myself. 

This story is an interesting one to approach, because for many years, I hated myself. It’s only been very recently that I’ve been making efforts to fix that. I was okay with my mind until age 11, but I have vivid memories of despising my appearance even before then. It was rare that I even tried to love myself, even back then. I would never like to look at pictures of myself, stating that I looked “ugly”. 

Then came February of 2008.

You know that scene in the first Harry Potter movie where Harry’s uncle tries to prevent any letters from reaching Harry by nailing any place a letter could enter shut, only to find that a flood of letters entered anyway?

My mind became like that, and hit crisis point that Valentine’s Day. The aftermath would lead to my diagnosis of schizoaffective disorder, which is essentially the corner wherein bipolar and schizophrenia meet, and would ensure that I would never be free of psychiatrist appointments and therapy sessions again. 

My mind was chaotic, and I grew to hate it. I resented the manic highs and made friends with the depressive lows, which was a grave error. The lows made me feel more in control, sure. They were also the emotional equivalent of that friend who claims to be close to you, only to spill all of the embarrassing things you tell them to their other “friends”. They were not kind, and I would have these mental spirals that were very difficult to escape from. I resented myself for having a mental illness, and beat the daylights out of myself mentally for it, especially as my symptoms turned more bipolar than anything else.

There were times when my mind and I got along. I could throw an album of original songs together in 8 days by the time I turned 19 when the inspiration struck, and I didn’t mind that. In hindsight, I think that was me befriending the manic side of the bipolar egged on by Mountain Dew. In any case, it worked, and I’d make an album every once in awhile. 

My first real attempt to know myself actually came through album-writing. Primrose Path, my fifth album, flung barbed words at God, culture, and the school I was attending, but also caused me to question my Mormon faith. That debate had been raging for some time, but I finally expressed formally in writing here. This opened the floodgates, and a few months later these thoughts laid the foundation for my seventh album, Mago. Mago was the beginning of a journey. It was raw and haunting, with many of the songs building on Primrose’s themes of recovery and self discovery. It is easily my most real and honest album. It took lyrically gutting myself and getting these thoughts on paper to understand where I needed to go. I needed to know what I looked and felt like, I needed to accept and love myself I was to go anywhere other than the state of confusion I was in.

For the next few months, I focused on appearance. I wore clothes that I thought made me look like myself, but something was missing. It turned out that the something missing was inside me. It was me not accepting myself for who I am and owning my story. I was reunited with my high school crush shortly afterwards, who would later become my husband. He accepted – and still accepts – me for who I am. He pushed me to better myself from the start. He won’t let me hold any kind of emotion back, and is always here no matter what I’m feeling. 

The next big breakthrough came when I wrote a blog post called “Best Dress, or I Can’t Remember What I’ve Forgotten”, in which I opened up about my mental illnesses. I haven’t looked back. 

I know that my journey is just beginning. Writing helps me figure out what I need to do and to process my world. I have the support of kind people in my life. Learning to love myself has been a quest to give myself permission to mess up and be vulnerable, but also to relax and reevaluate when things get hard. It’s difficult because I don’t give myself these gifts a lot of time. I’m the worst at taking advice, and this often includes advice I give myself. It’s a journey. The thing I try to remember is that it’s okay to be flawed, it’s okay to be human, and learning these things is a journey. Being myself is my goal today – and always.

Meg Jam is the oddball behind Byzantines and Button Downs, a blog simply about coming home. Meg is 21 and loves her husband and her Mountain Dew. They live in Alaska.

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Meg, I hope you continue to write because I believe that you can help others! Your husband sounds like an amazing guy for you. I hope that he continues to push you, to be you. You are your journey and great things are going to happen! Be you and enjoy life as much as you can.

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I can still remember the day that I met him, although I know he doesn’t. It was a day that everyone in kindergarten looks forward to: the day we are assigned to an 8th grade buddy. Getting assigned to an 8th grade buddy when you are in kindergarten is a big deal. We went to a Catholic school and your 8th grade buddy would escort you to church and take part in activities with you during the school year.

Joe was easily the tallest boy in the 8th grade class. He was near the back of the line with a friend of his named Austin. One by one we were paired off with our 8th grade counterparts. Some how that day I was put toward the back of the pack and ended up being the last one assigned to a buddy. It was just my luck that there were two 8th graders left (Joe and Austin) and just one me. I was the only one in my kindergarten class to say that I had two 8th grade buddies that year.

There were a few things that year that stand out to me. Joe and Austin always made me laugh. I have a vivid memory of sitting in church with them and looking over and realizing that Joe was falling asleep in the pew. Austin realized it around the same time and did something to startle Joe out of his impromptu nap causing him to let out a big gasp that was heard by both our teachers which caused me to belly laugh.

Another fond memory I have is gathering leaves during the fall with them for a project. There was a leaf I just couldn’t reach and Joe was nice enough to lean forward and grab it for me. While I can’t remember every interaction, the ones I remember always bring a smile to my face. Once he graduated, it would be quite a long time before those memories would come back.

Fast forward nearly 20 years. I was clicking through Facebook one day and to my surprise Joe’s name came up as someone I might know. I instantly messaged him and asked him if he was the same “Joey” that I knew in kindergarten. He immediately told me that he no longer goes by Joey but he was in fact my 8th grade buddy. From that day on, Joe has always been in my life.

Today, Joe and I share two beautiful children. Our story has not been easy. We continue to battle against consequences of addiction and all the downfalls that come with it. We have gone to war with each other at times and had our moments of feeling like this was the end of our story. But, at the end of the day, I couldn’t imagine having children or being with anyone else. Joe has taken great steps and made amazing sacrifices to keep our family together and we continue to work together every day to give our boys the stable home that is so important for every child. Our boys are incredible. Our oldest is going to be 5 this year and starting his own kindergarten experience. I have to wonder what new adventures will be in store not only for him, but for us in the future.

 

About Me

My name is Kristen Frolich and I am the proud author of the blog The Reading Revolutionary. For as long as I can remember, I have always loved reading. I recently embarked on a challenge to read the 100 books you should read before you die and write about my experiences. My blog features posts about the authors behind these titles and full book review. I also write about hot topics that detail my stance on certain important issues related to reading.

Please go to The Reading Revolutionary and join my revolution! Make sure to follow me on Instagram and Pinterest so you never miss the latest posts!

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Wow, Kristen! You and Joe have known each other for a very long time, its great that Facebook can reconnect you with those that you knew in grade school! Remember, no story is the same and no story is YOUR story. Addiction is hard, but is very rewarding after recovery. Blessings!

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HOW I FELL IN LOVE WITH THE TROMBONE PLAYER IN THE SECOND SEAT FROM THE RIGHT

“Do you remember when we met?” he asked me intently, as we thumbed through photos on our phones from our early years of dating.

“Yeah,” I said, not paying too much attention. “It was in marching band in college.”

“No, it wasn’t,” he said.

I sat up from my slumped position in bed, searching him with an inquiring eye.

“Uh, yeah we did,” I answered back in a matter-of-fact tone.

“No, we met in jazz band.”

“Potato, potahto,” I answered back.

After that short exchanged, my husband Jonathan gave a rather detailed description of the day he sat in on jazz band rehearsal at the college where we met. He remembered being nervous as he unpacked his trombone and sat in the second seat from the right. He didn’t want to mess up the trombone part, especially because he was the only trombone player in the room.

“It didn’t help that I was sharing music with a pretty girl,” he said with a smile, concluding his recollection of the memory.

A choir of “awws” followed his lovely recount. I couldn’t believe how much he remembered about that day. All I remember was sitting down in the last seat on the right and sharing music with a really shy guy who was nervous and quiet. It probably didn’t help that the director was asking him to transpose my saxophone music from treble clef to bass clef. He did it anyway.

After coming as a prospect to our college, Methodist University in North Carolina, he joined the marching band, over which I was the drum major. I had a boyfriend at the time, and spent the majority of my free time with my nose in my textbooks or at meetings and events for the clubs I was in or the sorority I was a part of.

But Jonathan slowly became friends with my best friend Tyler. They started hanging around our apartments more and more and, soon enough, we started spending time together as a group. It wasn’t until a few months in to the school year when my then-boyfriend decided he wasn’t that in love with me and asked me to take a break.

It broke my heart, and it happened really early one morning, so early that my best friend who I was sharing an apartment with wasn’t yet awake. My friend Tyler lived off campus, so I called on the only person I thought would help. I called Jonathan.

He quickly made his way down to my apartment and spent the morning drying my tears and cheering me up. By the end of the day, I felt much better. Several weeks later, when my then-boyfriend and I decided to break things off, we were watching a movie together when he leaned in to me and said “Gabbie, I think I like you.”

“I think I like you, too,” I whispered.

We dated for several more years, got engaged, and then got married. We’ve been married for nearly two years now.

The funny thing is, we often get in to arguments about which type of instrument makes the best sound: a trombone or a saxophone. I always commend him for being able to play the trombone, because tooting out the right note is not always easy, since you must slide the trombone slide until you get to the right one.

Playing the trombone may be difficult, and you might have to get the slide just ride to play correctly, but loving him is easy. There’s no guessing. Even when things go wrong, or we argue, or we bicker, I know that the sound of our love is sweet, sometimes silly, but always pure.

And that’s how I fell in love with the trombone player in the second seat from the right.

ABOUT GABRIELLE ISAAC ALLISON

Gabrielle Isaac Allison is a blogger, graphic designer, and marketing assistant from North Carolina. She holds a Mass Communications degree from Methodist University with a concentration in creative writing. Her favorite topics to blog are Christianity, Lifestyle, Entertainment, Mysteries, and more!

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February Goals, 2019

January was a great month! Spent lots of time with family and enjoyed my birthday! (Post about birthday coming later!)

I stared blogging more in January and learned that I am doing it differently and liking it!

So, I will make goals for February and future months. I heard if you write them out it helps achieve them!

Blogging goals:

1. Make a #lovestory series with other

bloggers for the entire month of

February.

2. Do a book review.

3. Post a blog Monday, Wednesday and

Friday.

4. Get more blog friends on twitter and

Instagram.

Personal goals:

1. Go through all clothing and get rid of

everything that does not fit. Too big.

Too small. Should I do an inventory

and make outfits?

2. Read at least one book this month.

My goal for the year is 10.

3. Drink less soda, more water.

4. Work out for 30 minutes at least 3

times a week, maybe more!

5. Less junk food, more healthy!

Thank you for reading. What are your goals?

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