My cousin posted a 30-day writing challenge she found on Pinterest.com.  I challenged her to do it and I’d write along with her.  I tried to push it back to start next month on the 1st and just follow along with the day of the month, but smart cookie she is, we just started on the day of the month that corresponds with the list.  Ok.  I’m one day behind, but whatevs.  Day 16 on the 16th.  I’m in!  Look forward to 30 days of posts.  Some long.  Some short.  All subjects provided by this 30-day Writing Challenge.

My hubby and I are high school sweethearts.  We’ve been part of each other’s lives for almost 23 years!  That’s not to say we didn’t have our arguments and broke up a time or two.  You go through different stages in life.  High school is an emotional pubescent time.  University expanded my world and I met people from around the world that had a drive I hadn’t seen much before.  But, these breaks (which they turned out to be.  We both thought it was over forever of course) gave us a chance to date other people, experience life without each other, and in the end really appreciate and realize how we felt for each other.

Well, during the during the last ‘break’ we hadn’t talked or seen each other for several months.

side story:  I was parked at a red light on a cold day.  Next thing I know there’s someone banging on my window.  It was Franklin.  I was shocked.  I just drove away.  I wanted nothing to do with him.

 One day in the summer I down at the beach with my friends and I hear someone call my name.  I turn around and it’s Franklin.  But, instead of walking away feeling nothing/anger/disgust, I had butterflies in my stomach.  That giddy feeling when you are attracted to someone and they are standing close to you.  He asked to take me to the cottage for my birthday weekend.  I had a decision to make. I was dating two gentlemen, but nothing exclusive since my last relationship (with Franklin) was long and serious.  If I went with him, I cannot see the other guys anymore.  It would be serious right away.  We had too much history.  What should I do??

I said ‘yes’.  And the rest as they say is history.

I love my husband.  I love my children.  I love our life.  But, dealing with his dialysis and the roller coaster of ESRD can take its toll on you emotionally, physically, mentally, and spiritually.  Not only on him.  But, also on me.

What if we didn’t meet on that summer day at the beach?  What if we didn’t get back together?  What would my life be like now?  I won’t lie.  In our ugly days, when we are barking at each other over stupid things because our life can be stressful, I wonder “what if…”