This will not be pretty. There will be mounds of pain, some my fault but mostly not. It doesn't end in happiness. In fact, I don't think it even really ends at all.

When the rainy weather passed, days of sun and heat took their place as May turned into June.

On Thursday evening, Mimi d’Aubrey went to visit her sister Catharine Mathieu.

In today’s world, people view relationships very immaturely. The thing is if you are not happy being single then when you are in a relationship that unhappiness is going to come out in different ways. Being in a relationship will not be the cure for your unhappiness, as the most important thing is to be happy with yourself.

It marks a year since the last time we spoke or seen one another. Even though time has passed and I have a better understanding of why you walked away from the friendship, the pain of that moment still remains.

What is Love?

Have you ever met a person, family member, co-worker, friend- that person we deem as very special indeed for the dilemma their actions place us in; making us constantly choose between our love and dislike of them—the things they say and do?

I understand your life changed, for the better of course. You and your now husband made a beautiful, early-on, mistake, as we have called it, and you created this amazing little life that I call my niece. I admire her. I think you have done a spectacular job with her and also her brother, that soon followed after. You gave up goals, dreams, and made sacrifices to be able to raise these two children and provide the amazing life you are giving them. I am proud of you for that. Unfortunately, although I see all these amazing things, I can't help but tell you I do not feel that I should be obligated to comply with the new set of life changes.

This is my first draft here so please be kind and also don't let anything slide I would like to get better. Here we go.

Since I was little, my father would call me names. When I was 3 years old he took my binky around, because, "I was too old". When I started 2nd grade, my mother became very ill, and I took over the household choirs; cooking, cleaning and taking my brother to and from his bus stop, while my father was "working". He lied always about where he was. He would always come home smelling like food, and my brother and myself would be left to fend for ourselves.

So what with all the drama circulating the 'Net these days about "this person is a cheater and a liar" and "that person has six kids with ten different people", it's nice to be able to tell a story that basically encompasses your general American family dream: a loving stable marriage or relationship and 2.3 kids (in my case, three.) So today, I'd like to share with you my relationship and how everything came to be.