Of course like all little princess, I always dreamed of being in love and having my house and twins, a boy and a girl. I was to be a professional woman, that sat at a desk and wear a nice fitting suit. I never wanted to be in a large city, but wanted to live and work in a city that was in driving distance to my childhood home.
When I was in high school, I fell in love with my boyfriend. Now I say this and you are thinking that it was puppy love. Nope! It was love, and in fact I still love him, but I’m not in love with him. When I was a junior he moved away for school and made 23 trips home in the first year, which was over 1000 miles round trip. One of those trips brought and engagement ring. I accepted very quickly, and woke up with hives the next morning! Fast forward a year, and I was a 18 years old, a senior in high school and on the top of the world. College was my next step, well I thought.
Then comes baby. I went to the prom and the next week I was allowed to finish school from home because of my belly. I gave birth to our first son in July. Even with the stress of a pregnancy and becoming parents at such a young age, we stayed together. Two years later we had another son, and moved in together, and another two years we had a daughter and I actually moved out. We found out in that two years, that we could not live together no matter how much we loved each other.
We tried and tried to work things out, but in the end it just never worked out. Now, I really was very heart broken, because after eight years with the man I loved, it was all over. My dreams were all crushed.
Fast forward six years. I ran across a friend from high school. The more we talked, the more we fell in love. For this man had shown me my dreams. I never thought that I would find anyone who would love me for who I am, because I had chased so many rabbits over the past years. He told me everything that I wanted to hear. I loved him, or at least the dreams that we had together. I had never had someone that was as nice as he was at first, but then at some point there was a change.
In about six months things started going south. There were problems with my kids and him, and my kids and his son. It became a household of bickering. Yes, they both lived here, which I never wanted. I felt that I couldn’t say no, or move out. When my birthday month came around, it was so bad that we barely spoke. We had only been together about 11 months, and I was trying to deny how bad the relationship had become. When things came to a head he left.
As they say, I dropped my basket. The perfect family I had dreamed of had vanished without a trace. All I had left was my kids, and I could barely keep my tears when having a joyful conversation with them. Thanks to a lot of prayers I didn’t do anything crazy. I made up my mind that I was a fighter and that I was just fine by myself. There was a point where romance was not on the table, at all. I was so hurt by the words of the man that I loved. In only a few short months he had announced that he was getting married and did so two months later.
This is where all of the good stuff starts…
One night I was talking to my mentor about things. I had been quite upset and she was always good at getting to the bottom of things. She sent me a prayer to pray, and I did. This prayer released all attachment from the man last man I loved. I felt an immediate lifting of my spirit. I couldn’t remember when I had felt like that before.
About 30 seconds after that prayer, I received a message on Facebook. I thought to myself…could this really be an answer to an unspoken prayer? Was the prayer I prayed the gateway to good things? I replied to the message from a “boy” I went to church with when we were pre-teens. I had not seen or heard from him in many years.
We started chatting on Facebook, and really just hit it off. I wouldn’t dare tell him about my prayer. We spent hours catching up on the 15 or more years we had missed. When I finally asked him where he was, he was home. Home as in living with his parents about 10 minutes away. His marriage and job prospects had dried up about 6 months earlier. When exploring things a little more, I wasn’t worried as much about the timing of things. God is on his own time table.
We talked and talked and talked for two more days. Late on Friday night we decided to meet at the local 24 hr. gas station to get an ice cream sandwich and ride around to talk. I guess that was around 10pm, the next thing I knew the sun had come up and he was taking me back to my car. It had started raining, and he walked me over to my car and kissed me. FIREWORKS! A first kiss in the rain! What could be more romantic? I was walking on clouds until…well I can’t say that I’ve come down yet.
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