Diane Johnston
Bio
I love writing. I find it a challenging way to express my emotions. I have a loving family and I love my life. Some say I write about sad things. A process I share that moves my heart. I can only hope my words will move other hearts also.
Stories (5/0)
Love is a Diet Coke
When I was standing there, at the alter, in front of family and friends, I vowed I would love him until death, obey him, and forsake all others. 25 years later and counting, I have realized sometimes love is a diet coke. What I mean by that is, Sometimes love is supporting your loved one enough to ask the waitress if you can change the writing on the menu because a word is misspelled and is driving his wife crazy. Sometimes love is not going back to a specific place because they do not have sugar free pie for him. Sometimes love is helping take the trash out because he is not feeling well. When he has stood in the kitchen cooking your favorite dinner, with all of the spices and foods that you love. As he smiles at you while the flavors he has so lovingly prepared dance around your mouth. Love is compromise. Some say love is work. I have not experienced work in my marriage. I have experienced transition, but not work. Gone are the days of puppy love. Gone are the days of believing the stars fell from the sky and landed in my eye. (Yes he said that). Does he love me after 25 years. I believe more so. I am his friend. He is my support. I am his organizer and helpmate. He is my strength and he is a smile and a wink no matter how he is feeling and they are just for me. He is also my sounding board and my voice of reason, most days. My husband used to buy me flowers all the time. When we were first married, I would receive roses just because it was a Tuesday. He started bringing me candy bars instead about 9 years ago. I asked him why he bought me candy bars. You see he always took his time picking the right candy for me. If he thought I may like a nutty flavor, he bought that. So I asked him, why I had not received flowers in so long? "Candy lasts and you love it." Flowers just die. I want you to have something you will enjoy, I try to choose something I think you will like." I was excited to receive my candy before he said that. Afterwards, I was very happy and appreciative of each candy bar.
By Diane Johnston3 years ago in Families
My mix tapes
As a teen I felt like every day of high school was emotional suicide. It was hard to be popular and have that popularity hang by the thread holding up, the microscope I was existing under. I felt like every decision that I made was going to affect the reputation that was following my like a shadow every where I went. I used to listen to music and it would calm me. Of course I would have to wait until the song I wanted to listen would play on the radio, just so I would be able to record it on my cassette tape. I had three to be specific. One was a motivational tape full of toe tappers. “Girls just wanna have fun,” and “Let’s here it for the boy,“. The second was a masterpiece of heartache. Whenever, Tammy Kufchack stole my boyfriend, because, it was a regular thing. I would listen to a song by the band, Poison “Every rose has its thorn” and I just knew, “ every light had its dawn.” I would listen to my music and devour my favorite pint of Rocky Road ice cream, nursing the broken heart I had just received over some boy I cant even remember the name of right now. Last but not least the third mix tape was a head banging tribute to every hair band boy that decorated the walls of my bedroom. “Ratt, Poison,and Motley Crue.” This was the perfect combination of remorse, revenge and just plain angst. So here is to the perfect tapes that I had to rewind with my #2 pencil. Who would have thought those songs can still 40 years later bring back fond memories of, “what’s his name."
By Diane Johnston3 years ago in Humans
