Relationship gone wrong (Excerpt from Chapter 6)

I had recently celebrated my 29th birthday a few days before. It was my last year in my 20s. 

A week prior, I had sent the only man I have ever said (or written) the words "I love you" to first a long email professing this love, pouring out my heart to him and apologizing for how our friendship ended. I wanted to be free from any regrets of not having said what was in my heart, even if his response was not receptive; putting it all on the line... again.

Some time had passed since I had distanced myself from him the year before. Out of the blue, I received an unexpected call from him. 

During the call, he began to tell me how sure he was about me now and how he no longer wanted me to be an option, but his top priority. He flat out told me he was now ready to pursue a relationship with me. He also shared some things he had been harboring in his heart against me for the last six months and asked me to forgive him.

I was floored by it all. It was what I wanted to hear... six months before. I told him I needed to take some time to process all of this and asked him if I could get back to him.

Yet, in the back of my mind, I knew we...

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Excerpt from Prologue

Imagine looking into the mirror one morning and not recognizing the face that was staring back at you, a face you had grown accustomed to seeing many mornings of the previous 25 years.

Scary, right?

Well, this is where I found myself that particular morning. I remember waking up, looking back at this strange face, and thinking to myself, "Who on earth is this?” On paper, I was a young, professional 25-year-old woman, who had become a registered nurse by the age of 21 and a homeowner by the age of 22. I was independent, living on my own, paying my own bills, and driving my own car. I had a great circle of friends and was growing in my faith at a new church.

So what was wrong with me?

I started experiencing a range of emotions that would come in uninvited at different times of the day for several months. Instead of dealing with them, I had just grown more accustomed to them; even though they were occurring more frequently at that time. I would be sad one minute and then happy in the next few minutes. This particular morning was no different, well except for the fact that I was no longer one with the person in the mirror. Once again, I brushed it off, finished getting ready, and got into my car to head to work. Then, a flood of emotions hit me as the water dam within me finally broke.

I began bawling uncontrollably.

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