In the beginning…
Yeah I believed one day I would get married to the perfect girl and start a family. I was convinced that I was going to be a proud participant of love; I was so sure of it that I never even thought about any other option. Growing up I lived under the same roof with my perfect family; two parents, an older sister, and an English springer spaniel. My parents who have been married for 30 plus years were the only evidence I needed that love was real and possible.
Up until the ripe age of 20 years old, my thoughts about love were chiseled in stone and never challenged. However, it wasn’t till I met her that all my beliefs on love were broken up, rolled tight, and smoked till nothing was left but a the empty bag it was all sealed in….
