I had a huge blog written out about how much has changed in my last 6 years of life. I decided not to post it. I'm not ready to share all of that with the world... yet. Maybe someday. For now, I'll just pose a few questions that came into my head while typing out the rather long, time-consuming blog.I wonder if people have questions about what happened with "stuff." Yes, you know what I am talking about. Only 3 people have been gutsy enough to ask me. I respected that. I wish "stuff" never happened. I wish I could erase those 2 years of my life and not even have had "stuff" happen. I hate even talking about it, obviously, because I refer to it as "stuff." Marriage, yes, this is what I am talking about. Yes, I learned things, it made me the person I am today, blah blah blah, but I hate it, and wish I could erase it.
I wonder why the event that happened above led to Josh. I wish I could have dated him FIRST. I settled the first time, BIG TIME. I had no clue what I was missing. I know now. He is the most amazing person. Our relationship is so much healthier than any relationship I have ever, ever had. I love him so much and can't imagine what life would be like if I had not been with him. I can't even write out to express how much this guy means to me. Josh is wonderful. Even thinking about him right now makes me smile. I wish I would have experienced a healthy relationship with him first. Everything happens for a reason, I KNOW.
I wonder when I will get girl-friends in the same town I live in. I would love to go have girl's night, or go to a movie, or people watch, or go shopping or on road trips. Please I hope it's soon. I love all my guy friends, but I need a girl to be girly with. Boys don't shop like girls do. Boys don't paint their nails, or love new chick-flicks, or understand girl conversation topics. I miss having a girl-friend live in the same town as me.
I wonder why my grandma is still alive. I thought she would have given up last summer. Then it was Christmas. Then, several strokes later, she was put on a hospital bed in my dad's living room,with oxygen, a catheter, and the occasional dose of morphine. Then, it was her birthday, and she went from 93, to 94. Then summer passed again. I hate going to see her because it makes me sad, and mad. I sometimes wish she would just let go. Seeing her in her current state hurts worse sometimes than I think it would be to see her go. She can't talk, move, swallow, sit up, etc. I wonder why she is holding on? Or what for? Only she and God knows.
I have other questions floating around in my head... just not sure if now is the time to write them out. These are my thoughts today. I hope you got something out of understanding them or at least maybe, understanding me a bit more.