So I've been some what guilty of not keeping up with my blog. But here I am again, with some crazy things on my mind...
This is probably the most "Naked" post yet but here it goes.
Now most of you don't know this about me, some do, but for the most part, you don't.
Not so long ago, I was dating a guy, a guy which I had been dating since the sixth grade. Six long and painful years later, we broke up. Now that relationship had its ups and downs. Let me rewind to the beginning . He will remain as the 'unnamed'.
The 'unnamed' and I met in 6
th grade, in the homeroom class of Mrs. Epstein at Miami Lakes Middle School. He sat in the desks across from me which made it hard to drop my pencil for him to pick up. Now while he was the school sports boy, I was the new girl with NO friends which made it even more difficult but hey, back in the middle school days... who cared??
Somewhere in the awkward times of middle school and high school, we dated. We dated and broke up, dated and broke up. Not once ever thinking about what this would do to our future. The 'unnamed' had been around for many things throughout the years such as birthdays, deaths, births, sickness, divorce, etc. Making it hard for him not to be my best friend. But at the same time, being so close so young, made things difficult. And so he found his ways out, as did I.
Needless to say months later, we'd be right back to where we started from. He cheated, I argued, I yelled, he'd leave the relationship. And the pain went on.
Fast forward a couple of years, I got to a point in my life where people kept leaving my life and if they weren't leaving, they were dying. It hurt, my heart fell apart, and it felt like I had nothing to depend on.
My grandpa who I adored died, the 'unnamed' broke up with me, my best friend of 8 years found her first boyfriend and abandoned our friendship, and my parents SPLIT. It was a rough time, and my heart needed much mending.
To kind of wrap up this long lost story, I just want to share, no matter how far you dig these kind of memories. NO matter how far you push them from your heart. One day, much like today, you're going to, as well as I am, going to have to come face to face to these memories.
I am reading a book When your past is hurting your present, I can say that reading it, and takig these memories and really trying to face them, has help me to realize I am an overcomer. In Christ, He has helped me to over come many of my fears.
Very thankful for my God.