When I told my first love that he was the one, he said, "The man does the choosing; that's just how it's done." Love Number Two said I was his perfect little princess and then proceeded to mold me more to his liking. Wedding to Three went off without a hitch, but I could tell the cowboy's heart just wasn't in it. Love Number Four? Oh, he was a very, very bad boy. Five was tart yet sugary and spiked with a pinch of crazy. Six was a victim of his own conflictions. All loves gone wrong, then along came Seven. Perfect Number Seven.
It's the loves gone wrong part of my life that initially inspired me to start my blog which was and still is written for my family, in particular, the generations trailing behind me. If just one sentence in one story causes just one loved one to stop and think for one second before doing that one thing that could potentially harm them and their future, well then, all the ramblings will have been worth it.
My family's happiness is not my responsibility, but it is my inspiration.
It's the loves gone wrong part of my life that initially inspired me to start my blog which was and still is written for my family, in particular, the generations trailing behind me. If just one sentence in one story causes just one loved one to stop and think for one second before doing that one thing that could potentially harm them and their future, well then, all the ramblings will have been worth it.
My family's happiness is not my responsibility, but it is my inspiration.
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