Things happen, and I have nothing to write about.
Cinnamon gum. I used to hate it. I mean hate it. But I really like the way Brock tastes when I kiss him and he’s chewing cinnamon gum. So now I chew it all the time. Strange!
I wrote my best friend a huge email about issues I was having. Not real issues… but issues that were being forced upon my by friends of Brock. A few of Brock’s ex-girlfriend’s came up during conversation, and immediately his buddies started acting like a bomb was going to go off. They were eggshell walking, and I didn’t understand. I don’t hate Brock’s ex-girlfriends. I realize he has a past, and there were girls that came before me. Regardless of whether or not I like them, I’m not going to blow a fuse if I hear their names… nor have I ever.
In complete honesty, I used to have a jealousy issue. Not a real one, just an imagined one. And it wasn’t at all that I didn’t want to hear them spoken about, or know anything about them… it was that I was afraid that Brock might leave me for one of them. I’m over that now. Not only am I over it, but I’d like to be allowed to move past it. I don’t care if Josh and Amanda move into the same neighborhood. I don’t care if we see them at Church. I dislike them because of the way they treated Brock, but that doesn’t mean I dislike them or wish them any ill will. I would love to know they have gone on with their lives, and think upon us in passing with nothing more than simple curiosity. I would love to be allowed to do the same.
I guess I did have something to write about after all.