A Middle-Aged Newlywed
If someone had asked me 20 years ago what my life would be when I turned 50, the answer wouldn’t be the life I’m living now. I was living in Los Angeles with husband #1 (yes, this is #3 for me), going to school to become a cosmetologist and enjoying the California life.
That was 1992, boy things are different now. I have matured, been through enough life lessons to write 3 books and have remarried again. I’ve had two babies, lost both my parents, a sister and brother, purchased my first home, lost 180 pounds, married and divorced husband #2, quit my job, moved to St Louis, became a work at home mom, started blogging and as you read this blog packing to move back to my hometown because we couldn’t sell our house. I also learned to let go and let God handle things that overwhelm me.
I met my husband at Sam’s Club. He was dressed in his military uniform, and quite handsome. He was following me in the store and actually asked me if I thought he was a stalker! I’m thinking yes and you are in the military. Two strikes against him. We exchanged numbers, but I really wasn’t interested in a relationship with a military man that was in town for 12-24 months. He pursued me, I enjoyed the chase and I finally gave in after he convinced me to just give him a chance. I did and the rest is history, we got married on May 17th, what would have been his mother’s 80th birthday.
I’m right in the thick of this life change. It is not pretty or kind, I have days that I honestly think I’m gonna lose my complete mind. My husband understands what I’m going through, but he also avoids me at times. And he should, it can be scary.
That’s right, I’m 50 and fabulous. Let’s see what the next 20 years bring. My journey continues….