Story of my life

Chapter 1

Our love story started long before Matthew and I

ever actually met.

And when you think about it, most love stories

start that way. Every moment leading up to the one

in which you meet your future husband or wife

somehow shapes you and prepares you for that

person you were fated for. Any previous

heartbreaks or dark days or lonely nights can be

crucially important in the grand scheme of things—

sometimes we need to know what something feels

like when it’s wrong before we can ever really

know it when another thing is RIGHT.

So that’s why I need to start the story with a little

bit of background. The whole “girl meets boy, boy

and girl fall in love, boy and girl get married”

model is a little too simplistic for my needs. You

people want details, don't you? Of course you do.

When I was 18 years old and working as a

waitress at a little family restaurant, I met a guy

who was 10 years older than me. He was the one

who came before Matthew. We dated for three and

half years, and even lived together during the last

year and half of that relationship. We moved into a

tiny little house and owned Gracie and Cooper

together and our relationship was never a terrible

one. He was a good guy, I was a good girl, and we

really did love each other.

*Coming soon*