Two years ago, on the 23rd of this month. I moved in with the man I thought I would spend the rest of my life with. We had talked a lot and understood each other's issues and agreed we would not try to change each other, I thought, and we were deeply in love. I could not think of anything that would change that. I was wrong.
It became clear very quickly that I needed to change some things in order for us to remain a couple. My temper became a big issue for us. I started smothering my fire. As my fire was smothered, I lost more than just my temper. I, also, lost my passion.
Over the past 2 years, I have come to change a lot. I matured . I now question everything. In April, I decided to start school, something I wanted to do in a long time. My passion for life started to return slowly. I started my blog and that brought out more of my passions. I changed even more. I have gotten more confident and "wiser" and more honest.
I changed and became a different person. I think that is a good change. I feel I am a better person. However, that person is not in love. I care about Ron still. I wish him all the best. However, I am not in love with him. There is nothing he did and I am not angry. Just sad about the loss of what we had.
On the 23rd, I promise I didn't plan this. I am leaving North Carolina with Brittany and Anna. We are moving back to Louisiana. We will be staying with my mother until we get back on our feet. She needs me anyway and I am mature enough to be the daughter she needs now. The future is uncertain. However, I have hope that I will continue to grow and mature.