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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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Love Story- Guest Blog

I met my son Kayden in 2014. He came to visit the classroom of the school I worked in at the end of April/very beginning of May and while his parents did a tour of the school him and I sat at the table to do a puzzle. He was a timid polite young boy. He was the absolute cutest kid ever and he was expecting a baby sister. On his first day of preschool he wore a red polo and khaki shorts. I remember him coming in so confident and ready to start school for the very first time.  I told his parents ” I got him but I need you to say goodbye give him a hug and quickly go out the side door, call as much as you want and I will keep you posted all day long, he’s going to do great” When his mother and father left of course he cried but I sat with him. Together we played legos and we talked about his baby sister and how fun it is to be a big brother. He was eager  to know  the new things he would be learning at school. From that point on we clicked. I was his teacher for 3 years. He graduated August 2016 and at that time I also chose to move on with my career. I never imagined I would be spending the rest of my life being a stepmother to him and his sister along with having my own daughter and now a one year old baby girl. Throughout life we are told that everything happens for a reason. I certainly believe that my son and I came into each other’s lives for a reason. If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t be a mom to four AMAZING beautiful kids and I wouldn’t have met my soulmate(his father). I know I could have written about how my husband and I met and our love story but the one between my son and I is so significant. My son has gone through many transitions in such a short amount of time and through it all he has remained strong, loving, and gentle. Becoming a stepmother was like 2nd nature to me. Im not perfect and it is not easy at all, but I love every second of it. I can’t picture my life without my children. I write about my son because through times that i’ve felt lost and have wanted to give up he has called me just to sit with him even if its in silence. My son has made me feel like more than just a step mom but has really shown me the love that a mother and son can have. His presence has given me purpose through times I have felt worthless. We all struggle as mothers and we question ourselves constantly if we are doing the right thing and the times that I get an unexpected hug, or a kiss all of the questions go away. He is an amazing little human and out of all people I am blessed enough to call him my son and to watch him grow. I may not have given birth to him and I have accepted a lot of what comes with being a step parent but he never makes me feel like just a “step mom”
So lets fast forward to him being 6 years old when my husband and I got married. He was ecstatic and so happy about it and couldn’t wait for us to be a family. Directly after my husband and I were married I moved in and we begin our life as family. I immediately took on the mom duties of the house. We were very consistent and routine. I believe it helped all of the kids feel better about the transitions going on around them and they all adapted very well. My son and I connected through music. We would show each other new songs and listen to them really loud early in the morning on our ride to school. Every time he likes a new song now we listen to it together and sometimes even discuss the lyrics. We are now going two years of being a family and I cant imagine my life any different.  I love my son with all my heart and  thank god every day the god put him, his sister and their father in my path.
I love all my children but I chose to write about my son, because of him that I fell in love with being a mom especially after constantly questioning myself as a mother to my 1st daughter. Because of him I found my soulmate and fell in love with his father who is one hell of husband and father. Everyday he reminds me that I am doing this mom thing right. Him and his sister may not be my biological children but between them and their sisters they make my heart so full.
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Mjmamaa is a working mom of four, wife and writer. She’s been writing since a young age but through blogging about her life, marriage, parenting and music she has found a huge fulfillment in life. She’s been married for two years and a lot of her blogs are influenced by her every day life and the support of her husband has made it possible for her to have the time and space to write. Before using blogging as a platform mjmamma used to write in her “black book” but always felt like she could be doing something greater with her thought and ideas. Through blogging she’s been able to reach a wide audience of moms, women, and music fans which has been nothing but amazing. Eventually she hopes to venture deep into the world of music and really capture special moments with artists, music festivals, and the amazing things the artist of yesterday today and tomorrow can bring to this world.
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Wonderful story Mjmamaa! Being a mom is a blessing! It is great to hear a story about being a step mom because sometimes those moms are overlooked, but are also so appreciated! My son has a step mom too and she is a wonderful step mom to our son. I don’t thank her enough for being the mom when I am not there.

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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 European Romance

I admit I was apprehensive about my senior trip to the Chartres pilgrimage in France. In all of my seventeen years, the farthest I’d ever been from my hometown of Kalamazoo, Michigan was to Florida with my grandparents. I wouldn’t have the security of going with someone I knew this time. Hiking sixty-two miles over three days with a group of complete strangers was a daunting prospect for my younger self. I had no idea that this trip would change my life.

It was the first day of our journey and the sunlight soaked French countryside reflected my cheery mood. I wanted to try something new, meet someone new, it was a day for adventure! I overheard a warm, male voice speaking a foreign tongue and glancing around, I found the speaker–a young man, at least six foot four, with hair so blond it almost didn’t seem real and eyes as blue and deep as the night sky. Curious about where he was from, I approached him. 

“So…are you Dutch?” I queried, trying to make conversation. 

He smirked and pointed to the little flag peeking out of his backpack. “I’m Swedish.” 

I started pestering him with questions about his homeland and asked him to teach me some words. Before I knew it, the day was nearly over. Talking with him made the hours fly by. I felt an intense connection with him, as if I’d been searching for him my whole life and my heart had finally come home. 

The next two days were a blur of giddy excitement as we hiked and talked about anything and everything. I don’t know how he put up with my endless questions and cheesy jokes, but he even seemed to enjoy them! Those were two of the best days of my life; everything was perfect. When the time came for us to part ways, it felt so wrong. My heart was urging me not to leave him, and despite us having just met, I knew we were supposed to be together.

We texted constantly the next few weeks, and before long, plans had been made for me to visit him in two months. Those two months crawled by, but during that time, we fell deeply in love. 

The day finally arrived, and I was on my way to Sweden! My stomach was a churning mess of butterflies the entire twelve hour journey. I’ll never forget the first time I saw him in the airport–so similar, yet so different from what he sounded and looked like over our video calls. He was perfect. My first meeting with his family, on the other hand, was a mess on my end. They were the some of the sweetest people I’d met, despite having to put up with my jetlagged self. I actually dropped my salad in my lap at lunch! 

The next two weeks flew by as we spent sun soaked days exploring the islands of the Swedish coast and nights roaming the streets of Göteborg or just staying at home sipping sangria (at 18, I was legal to drink in Sweden) while cuddling up to watch a movie. We even took a ferry to visit Denmark!

Only a month later, he visited me in the USA. My family fell in love with him, and we showed him many of the beautiful Michigan sights, including Mackinac Island. During this visit, four months from the day we met, he proposed. Of course, I accepted! 

The journey to getting him his fiance visa was long, arduous, and cost about two thousand dollars total (very expensive for us). It took seven months total. Being away from him was so hard but so worth it. We managed to find ways to keep the romance alive, whether watching movies together, playing online games, or simply talking for hours until we fell asleep on the phone. 

I spent those entire seven months just hoping and praying that my groom would make it in time for our wedding. We’d planned our big day to be May thirteenth, one year after our meeting. The date grew closer and closer as we waited and wondered to see if he would be allowed to come. Eight days before, his visa arrived in the mail. Five days before, he rolled into Michigan. We were reunited at last! 

Our wedding day couldn’t have been better. His family was able to fly over from Sweden for the big day. Our mutual friends from our trip in France were able to attend the wedding and be in our wedding party. Our day was filled with joy, tears, laughter, and of course, lots of dancing!

We have now been married for almost two years; we’ve had our ups and downs, but there’s no one else I would have rather gone through them with. We have recently embarked on the wild ride of parenthood and are enjoying (almost) every minute of it! He’s my best friend, partner in crime, lover, soulmate, adviser, and the father of my child. He is my husband.

 

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Catherine Claesson is a mommy blogger and virtual assistant with 3 years of writing experience. Catherine, a Michigan native, and her Swedish husband became first time parents to a beautiful little girl in November, 2018. When Catherine’s not working at her laptop, you’ll find her drinking coffee, changing diapers, and binging Netflix shows. She specializes in email management, online content creation, and ghostwriting. You can learn more about her services and check out her blog at notebooksandninjas.com

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Catherine, your love story makes me think of a movie! I bet your story could be made into one! Thank you for sharing your story and enjoy your little one being little!

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It all started in March of 2010. I was 19 Living in Las Vegas, NV trying to make it big. What better way than to hustle, perfume hustling that is. (Yep you read that right) jumping out of our cars and selling perfume out of our trunks.
I had just gotten back from a week-long trip out of state with the company and they ask if I want to go on another one? Well yeah, I’m 19, of course, I want to go! Now funny thing back then I was quite the introvert. But I was okay with talking to strangers trying to sell them perfume.
On our last day before driving home we all went to the beach. This new girl walks up to me and asks to borrow my phone. I said sure. She took my phone so I could get thrown into the waves by some friends. We laugh it off, then we get ready to head home. Last minute I get asked if I can take someone else in my car. See this extra person was the girl who took my phone. Cute new girl. Ashley’s her name.
On the way home I was talking about a party that I was going to and out of nowhere in the back seat I hear, party? I wanna party! With the sweet soft voice. She’s my age and she’s cute so sure. We exchange numbers and I dropped her off first. One of the main things I remember about that day is we met her mom and she was so sweet reminded me of my mom trying to get ready for Easter…
After we leave I ask one of my friends to text her and ask if she’s gay, bi or what? Her response for the first time in her 20 years of living she says undecided. I get so excited about seeing this girl again I even tell my mom about her when I get home!
Fast forward to the party and I drink too much and literally pass out on the porcelain throne. What a great impression.
Ashley ends up crushing on my friend who threw the party. This friend is a major player that everyone has been hypnotized by.
Fast forward a couple weeks, Ashley wants to hang out after getting broken about the player. I also was crushing on girls but not settling down. I tell my best friend John. There’s this girl really cute and really sweet I think you’d really like her. Let’s all hang out.
We ended up getting together and they ended up exchanging numbers and dating. Cool, I just got another best friend. One night we are all driving home and we got pulled over. John was driving and ends up he had some warrants and went to jail that night.
Ashley and I start hanging out daily, we really became inseparable. At this point, everyone is telling me you love her. I’m like no we’re just friends.
There was an LGBT pride festival coming up so I am so excited I hype her up and we go together. That’s where sparks flew. We had a blast, I took her dancing and it was a great time. In the meantime, John gets out but we’re all still friends.
One night we all go out to shoot pool as a group. We both went into the bathroom together and she jumps on me and starts telling me she loves me, not weird or different at all we are best friends we always say we love each other. This time it just felt different. Then one of our other friends walks in and is like oh sorry hope I’m not interrupting anything (jokingly)
Ashley ends up telling John it’s just not working out… they had already gotten an apartment together so they had to break the lease…one night she asks me over and we go in the hot tub and he decided he was going to walk around watching us. That was the first time we had really kissed.
Of course, our friend’s group split up and everyone was mad as rumors flew. We never let that get us down! We always said getting together was worth it!
We dated, we had our ups and downs. I cheated. We were young. We went to couples therapy. From then we never left each other’s side. We moved to Flagstaff, AZ. We got married before same-sex marriage was legal. We had the most beautiful ceremony and got legally married a year later. I came out as transgender in 2015. All though she was scared and didn’t know if she could “love a man” we got through it. She came to me and said we will take this one day at a time, I don’t care if you’re a man or a woman I love you for you, not your gender. She needed time to mourn her wife to truly love her husband.
We just bought our first house in Northern NJ and we are expecting our first baby in April!
This is a true love story! Everyone sees us as couples goals but I always remind them about the bad that made us stronger together to make it to the good. Love is hard, you have to continuously work on it. Never take it for granted!

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I’m Kristin aka Kris the trans dad behind the screen. I’m a dad of five dogs! Our first born is due April 10th! Writing a blog about the strengths and struggles of being a trans parent. Trying to build a community of parents helping parents.
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YES YES YES!!!! This is one super story here! I enjoyed every bit of it and I am so excited to see/hear about becoming parents together! You are correct marriage is not always easy, but with the right person it is always worth it!
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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!

Our proposal Video: https://youtu.be/kEM7dNTq-2A

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

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It started on the day of a concert I’d been waiting for. I invited my sister a couple of months before, so I called her on that evening to ask where we would meet. Her tone was surprised “Concert?”. And with that, I knew that I didn’t have anyone to go with. It took my half an hour to convince myself to go anyway, so I got dressed.
When my mother came to check on me she was furious. No wonder, I was barely wearing anything, just leather shorts and a band tee. She forbid me from going out dressed like that.
So I waited until she went back to her room, then hurried outside. I walked to the city center in heels, so by the time I got there my feet started hurting. I sat down at a bench, as the concert was still half an hour away. Then I got a call from my sister, inviting me for a glass of wine.
So I went. She gave me a few bottles of cider as well, just enough to set the mood, then sent me on my way.
Now, my established rules were:
-No drinking
-Don’t accept candy from strangers
-Don’t drink from an open bottle
-Don’t walk home, take a taxi
As soon as I got to the concert I sat down on a couch and started drinking. I was nervous, I hadn’t gone out alone before. Rule number one broken.
That was when I saw a group of friends. Just 3 guys, nothing special, but they looked funny, so I tried getting involved with them. Although, one of them stood out.
They were fun, we joked around until the band actually came on stage. Then one of them offered me candy. Just ’cause he had a couple in his pockets. And being a slightly tipsy teen I gladly accepted. Rule number two broken.
The concert went great, and I knew that I had friends I could go to if I felt awkward. As we were dancing to the music someone from the crowd extended their hand towards us, which had half a bottle of beer in it. I gladly took it, quickly emptying the entire thing. Rule number three broken.
Then after everything ended and we got our autographs, they convinced me to walk home, because we lived in the same area. Rule number four broken.
Two of them reached their home before me, but one walked me home. Just to make sure I’d be okay.
We’ve been together for 10 months now, and whenever someone asks why I don’t obey the rules… I just think back on this occasion. Because if I had not acted the way I did, I might not have met the love of my life.
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Well that is a story that you do not hear everyday! Thank you for sharing it with us! What a gentleman walking you home! You now have a new rule- to not follow any rules at all!

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“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” “There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.” “The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.” ~Friedrich Nietzsche

I am a lover of fairy tales, and happily ever afters, but I honestly didn’t believe that a love like that was real. Not until I met John. He came into my life like a whirlwind, and left almost as quickly, but with him, I experienced the greatest love of my lifetime, one that I will never forget.
John and I were friends for about three years, not best friends, but we ran in the same circle and liked to flirt with each other. Harmless, but fun. Well, one day, we were at an event and he asked me if we could go out to dinner just the two of us. Of course I said sure. I had an inkling that he liked me, but I didn’t really know. So, we planned a hibachi dinner for the next week.
We had hung out so many times before, but not alone, I had butterflies in my stomach for some reason. What if we didn’t have anything to talk about? What if we just sat there silently? Of course that was all silly. We met at the restaurant and had a great time. We talked so long that we closed the place down. The first of many times we would do that.
He sweetly walked me to my car and I give him a big hug. We both expressed that we had a great time. I turn to get into the car and John said, “Wait.”. I turned back around and he gave me a card, it was two days before Valentines Day. It was sweet. I hug him again, and turn to get into the car. Again, “Wait.”. He looked so nervous, I had a feeling something big was coming. He said, “If I don’t say this now, I never will, would it be ok if I asked you out on a date sometime?”.
I paused, I am pretty sure my mouth fell open. Even though I had an idea it might have been coming, I wasn’t ready for it. He was John, my friend. Could I date him? I left awkwardly without really giving him much of an answer. Driving home I felt terrible. The next day we talked via text and I apologized for being ridiculous and accepted his offer for a date. It ended up being the best thing I have ever done.
The week slowly passed until our Monday date. We had a nervous dinner, wonderful, but nervous. It was like neither one of us had any idea of what we were supposed to be doing. Slowly conversation got easier. After dinner we went to Barnes & Noble. Got a coffee, and walked around sharing our favorite books with each other. We were there until they closed. Not wanting to go home and but not being able to stay there, we decided to just hang out in the car and talk. We talked, until he asked if he could kiss me. Then we made out in his car for three hours like teenagers. Probably the best date I have ever had.
The connection I felt with John was unlike anything I had felt before, and even though he is gone, I can still faintly feel it there. When I was with him, it was like time stood still. Hours felt like minutes and it was like there was only the two of us in the world.
Being that we were both busy adults and we lived over an hour away, Monday became our date night. I could talk to him on a level that I had never been able to before. Every feeling seemed amplified. Our connection only grew, even more so with the space between our visits.
We dated for about a month when we finally were able to pull off a day date. He loved the beach, so I booked a room for the day. We were not planning on spending the night, but it was March and very, very cold outside so I would be nice to have a home base.
We sat in the living room and talked. We laughingly took the Rice Purity Test together. It is a list of questions from all topics to see how pure you are. It was made at some college in the 80s. We cuddled together on the couch and watched movies on the laptop. Eventually, we started kissing and things progressed as they do. That was the first time we made love.
I had never felt anything like it before. The connection we had was so strong, being together in that way was life changing. I have never felt so wanted, and so protected in my entire life. Being in his arms truly became my favorite place to be. That was the day that I realized I was falling in love with John.
John was unlike anyone I had ever met. It was quite a bit older than me, a true gentleman. He even opened car doors for me. Who does that? He would hold my hand everywhere, he would play with my hair and make me feel loved. It was wonderful. Not only did he tell me that I was beautiful, be he actually believed it, and eventually I did too. John didn’t change me, but being with him, seeing what it was like to be loved and respected, made me change as a person.
Everything was great. I was his geek girl and he was my geek guy. Then end of March was my birthday. He took me to spend the day in Boston and we got a hotel for the night. He took me on a walk next to the Charles River and over a bridge to look at the water. It was March and it was windy and 30 degrees so it didn’t last too long, especially because I wore a dress. The wind! He took me on a tour of his office and it was one of the coolest places I had ever seen. Finally we went to the hotel to settle in for the night.
Everything about the day was perfect. I just knew that I loved him with every ounce of me. I have never felt a love so intense, raw, and passionate before. John was the love of my life. That night, he asked me to be his girlfriend, and I told him that I loved him. It is a night that I will never forget.
In June, we went on a day trip to Gloucester. There is a Castle there that I love and I go to at least once a year. I wanted to share this place with him. That morning he took me to breakfast, then to a walk around the river of his town. Then off to the Castle! It was so much fun showing him all of my favorite things, and taking pictures. I took pictures of the castle, he took pictures of me. He told me I was glowing. I was happy, so happy. I called it John and Harmony’s Day of Fun! Little did I know, the end was so near. If I had known I would have held on just a little bit tighter.
Time passed and we grew closer and more intense. I should have seen the writing on the wall, something that started with so much passion and feeling couldn’t last that long. We were both broken in many ways. There is a saying that, if two broken people get together, it will either be the amazing or destructive. Ours was a little of both.
Having our relationship in my life for even five short months, changed my life for the better. I am a better person, and I also only choose to surround myself with better people. I love him with all my heart and I always will, but we were not meant for a happily ever after; it was never going to be that way. It was, however, perfect. Perfect for us, and who we were at the time; I would never change a thing.
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Author Bio: I am a bi-polar, bi-sexual, witch, with a love for Disney and a frustration for dating.  I write about me and my life.  Sometimes it is crazy, sometimes it is sad, but one this is for sure, it is always unique! Come visit my blog and check it out for yourself!
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Harmony Lee, the tears! You and John had a special connection and it shows through your writing!

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Can I Ever Fall in Love- With Myself

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We all scream #self-love, but can we truly say we love the manor woman staring back as us in the mirror. Can we sincerely say we have stopped the self loathing, self comparison and self derogatory thoughts??

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Now why we try to get over the swooning caused by how fine the guy in the picture above is, I have discovered that we might want to put up a front of self love even tagging it as our caption on IG ,Facebook and twitter but the fact is it doesn’t come easy to live up to what you profess.

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I for one have carved an image of not caring what people think of or about me ,an image of been myself whether anyone likes it or not. An image of not been affected by the actions of others, an image of not needing others. Does this sound familiar to you? Yea am sure it does!! But the fact remains that no matter how closed off we seem to be about other people’s actions the fact is that it affects us, it hurts us at times. We try to keep up the self love euphoria but it is waning out, the fire is quenching. We’re losing ourselves, we are hurting ourselves and we are killing ourselves so slowly yet without noticing it.

Self love is all about loving yourself and been true to yourself, it’s all about doing things that brings you joy irrespective of other’s opinions. It’s seeing yourself as the ultimate good, I feel we’re beginning to mask this concept as an avenue to not put an effort into developing one self, we use it as an excuse to live our worst lives yet, we use it as an excuse to ruin friendships and relationships. Now I am guilty of this as well, I am of the belief that loving ourselves shows in our ability to take decisions that develops and pushes us to be the best we can be both physically and in character whilst also developing our relationships and friendships. We can all not be perfect, it’s OK to be hurt ,angry, annoyed and scared but it’s also OK to pick yourself up and work on yourself and see that challenge as a stepping stone to greatness. It’s OK to not push yourself to hard,it’s OK to be tired of everything but it’s also OK to refuse to allow the world and things in it weigh you down but rather you can choose to walk with your head held up high because the world has no choice that to work in your favour.

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Self love means been you , but when you know there are areas or parts of you in need of change don’t shy away from creating a change that will improve your physical, mental and spiritual well being. You might need to cut off that person, you might need to start that gym class, you might need to drop that habit, you might need to put more effort . Just do it, be the perfect person you have always wanted to be , be the mentor you’ve always wanted to have. Be the model you have always admired, be the book worm and professor you have always loved. There’s a difference between self loathing and self improvement. Improve and work on things in your life that you feel needs to be worked on but don’t go hating on yourself for things you cannot change. Love the things about you that can’t be changed,embrace it and work with it the best way possible.

Be who and what you love❤

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About the author; Abbey is a mental health blogger with a love for writing and turning words into emotions. She brings and talks about issues relating to both life and relationships in general. You can connect to her @lifeandrelationshipsissues.wordpress.com and on twitter at  https://mobile.twitter.com/abbeyabbey110    

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Abbey! Yes, girl, YES!! Self love is so important. I want everyone to do something for you today, if not today, then soon! That might be take a bath, take a walk, talk to someone you haven’t in a while and be friends again, go get your nails/hair or anything you want done! I plan on getting a massage soon, because well, #selflove.

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