Falling in Love for the Third Time

My husband and I met when we were little kids and I fell in love with him in the hallway of our Jr. High the first day he started school there. He caught my eye because he looked just like Donnie Wahlberg and then I fell in love with him. I don’t really remember much about those Jr. High days of being his girlfriend other than the feeling that I would get from my head to my toes anytime that I saw his face. I had buttons with his football picture made to wear on gameday,  would chase him down and write “Lethy luvs Stacey” all over the paper covers on his books and I would rush to get in line for lunch so that I could get to the jukebox first to load it up with dollar after dollar of love ballads. It was the 80’s so those were some serious love ballads.

In the 5th grade I watched Dirty Dancing and had made up my mind that I wanted a love like Baby and Johnny. What little I do remember about being with Stacey in the 7th grade lived up to that. We made out, fought and then made up and he made me feel like I was safe. For someone with my past, safety was more important than anything else a man could give me. He wasn’t a man though, he was a kid, so was I and we ended up breaking up.

Seventeen years later I fell in love with him all over again when he came down the escalator at the airport when he landed from Iraq. He was still just as cute and I had all those feelings hit me in the face all over again. I had tried to find love in the arms of so many other men looking for someone who could make me feel that way, but it was impossible and once I was back in Stacey’s arms I realized that. We had so much fun when he got home from Iraq. We were rich, both of us looked fantastic and we were in love. We got drunk until we fell in pools or forgot our keys and we laughed so hard all the time. It was great while it lasted, but like all relationships, it didn’t stay that way. We had many ups and downs, then we converted and became devout Catholics and then Warren died which sent our life into a chaos that was like a tornado ripping through our lives.

For two years we have struggled with one crisis after the other. We have fought, we have yelled, we have insulted each other and we have both said we didn’t want to be married anymore. We have hurt each other and we have both had moments where we wanted to just give up. But we didn’t. We stayed. We went to our priests and to Noe and we prayed and prayed. We both refused to give up on this love story.

Today as I sat in an Outpatient Surgery waiting room while my mom was getting tests done this same man who I have fallen in love with twice already brought me a Sonic Cheeseburger because I was hungover from having beers with him last night. I looked up at him and all those feelings of a 7th grade girl kissing a boy for the first time came back to me. I didn’t just see my husband, but I saw the person that I have loved so deeply for most of my life. The man who I have laughed with, cried with and have had the time of my life with. I fell in love with him for the third time. How lucky am I?

It is so easy to walk away when marriage gets hard, and sometimes that is the best option for countless reasons, but sometimes the best moments come when you have held on to the love you had on your wedding day during those hard times and you make it to the other side. I’m on the other side, by the Grace of God my marriage made it through this time.

Thank you for all your prayers, they have been answered and I’m so thankful for people who take the time to pray for a whiney blogger like me.

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Making Things New

The blogging world and my past have crashed into each other. My ex-husband got a woman pregnant 8 years and 9 months ago. It is one reason why I finally ended things with him since he kept it a secret from me even having the woman bring the baby to stay at my apartment while I was visiting my mom once. I found out and kicked him out of the apartment. Stacey moved in 4 months later so Ben has always maintained that we broke up because of Stacey, totally forgetting that he hid a child with another woman from me.

I don’t keep things from my kids, but this wasn’t my thing to tell them and so some of them knew and others didn’t. Apparently Gabe didn’t know anything about it at all. In trying to maintain my children’s view of their dad, I screwed myself and let them think that I was the reason that our marriage failed. Anyway, the lady blogs and we crossed blog paths. She is a really good writer, which I hate because I want her to suck at everything. She has 7 kids and has become an Orthodox Christian. (God has a sense of humor) so here we are. Two women who have kids who are siblings and who have found Christ in the years since Ben has been out of our lives. And we both blog.
I found all of this out after going to confession and confessing how hard it is for me to let go of grudges. And then the biggest grudge of all shows up: an 8 year old little girl with my son’s piecing blue eyes. The child that I didn’t get to have because I was talked into tying my tubes to be “responsible” while the man who talked me into it had this child with someone else.
Here I am looking at pictures of this little girl and her mother trying to control my anger and hurt and disgust at myself for being jealous of how cute she is and how much better of a writer her mother is than me. All of my sins are so obvious right now. Now I am preparing how I’m going to tell my kids about them and that they live 15 minutes from us. My daughter who has always thought she is the baby and her daddy’s girl, even if he sucked as a father, atleast she had that. Now, I have to tell her she has a little sister and hope that she takes it ok.

Maybe I’m the one taking I hard and my kids will be ok with it. Every time that I think I’m making spiritual progress, the past comes up and slaps me in the face.

Both of us have converted to Christ and I hope that our faith in Him makes this mess something beautiful. Maybe this is His way of making things new.

What’s New in My Crazy Life

It’s been awhile since I’ve told ya’ll what is going on in life. In case anyone thinks that life around here has calmed down, let me just tell you that it hasn’t. I do find a little bit of more peace in moments, but really it’s just plain insane around here. I keep wondering what exactly God is preparing me for but then I realize that a lot of the chaos comes from living a life full of bad choices for 33 years and even some bad choices after my conversion. What my husband and I are trying to do is break the cycle of generations of dysfunction from two different families. It’s not easy. If anything it has taught me that the effects of our sins ripple through our family line way after we are long and gone. My grandparents did the best they could, but the fact that my grandmother had a lot of issues that went unchecked by medical professionals has really caused a lot of issues that even trickle down into the life of my granddaughter. I think that when you are so busy trying to survive on your own without Divine Intervention that you can’t really see that because you are drowning and who sees anything while drowning?!

It’s not Friday so I can’t do a Quicktakes but I have to write this all out so that my brain will function and let me move on with everything that I have to do. Here are just a few things going on in the Life of a Crazy Face:

1. My teens are all taking turns losing their minds. I have 4 kids 21-14 years old. My oldest was three when I married my first husband. His biological dad rarely has anything to do with him and paid $63 a month in child support for his entire life. He has always considered Ben to be his dad but as I said yesterday, Ben has his own demons to fight and has been fighting them the entire time that I’ve known him. Ben and I got married after only knowing each other for two weeks. That’s right, I knew him for two whole weeks and then married him. I don’t regret that, because I have my kids, but I do realize that not knowing anything about life and not having a stable support system of parents who could help us navigate through life or a community of any kind was why we crashed and burned and took our children down with us. I worked most of my kids’ lives up until 5 year ago when I married Stacey, my husband after our conversions. From the time that I was 16 until I was 33 years old, I worked. Sometimes I worked two or three jobs even, just so that we could make ends meet. Even then, we struggled. My kids suffered through a lot of things that they shouldn’t have had to suffer through and I was not always present when I should be or sometimes I was present by was drunk. Now we live in the ‘burbs where my kids go to school with kids whose parents would rather give them cars than time. Considering that I haven’t always been the mother of the year for many reasons, this has created the perfect storm where my naturally self-centered teens seem to think that I don’t give them anything and that they have had the worst life ever with a mom who doesn’t do much for them. It’s exhausting to love these little humans who are so ungrateful at the moment. But it’s my job to love them and that love isn’t always by giving them their way. That’s even harder because I feel like I’ve already screwed up as a mom so I don’t want to make the wrong choices and screw up more. But enough is enough, I refuse to allow them to walk all over me. Dealing with all of this alone can send someone to the looney bin.

2.  My stepkids. Same as above only they aren’t my kids so there are 17 other levels of things to deal with. All which involve dealing with their mother. I’m just gonna stop there and let ya’ll guess how much fun that is.

3.  I need to go to confession. Dealing with teens and exes will really get those sins to come to the surface. I’m a really selfish person and the stress in dealing with these people comes from me not wanting to give of myself to people. I would rather sit alone in a cave and read a book. Or sit at a dive bar and drink. I would rather set myself on fire than deal with Stacey’s ex-wife, but I digress. I need to go to confession.

4. This stray dog found us on Saturday. I thought it was a neighbor’s dog so I called it over as my husband went to knock on their door and see if it was. Well, it wasn’t their dog. She is a pit bull and so sweet. She also has blisters on her feet and is very thin. I have had her scanned and there is no chip so now she has a name and my dog Bourbon is in love with her. Looks like we have another dog since God has a sense of humor and all that. She really isn’t that big of a problem and I found a place that will help me get her spayed and her shots. My dogs need their shots too, so really without Moonshine showing up, I would not have found a place to get my dogs their shots. She fits so perfect into the family that I really understand why people say that God has a sense of humor. It’s like she was meant to be a part of our pack. Bourbon and Whiskey aren’t really good with other dogs, but they just took this one right in and the empty dog bed that they refuse to sleep on now has a dog sleeping on it.

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From top to bottom: Whiskey, Bourbon and the newest member of our family: Moonshine Molly Royal Adams aka Moonshine

5. I have 2 papers due today and 3 tests that I need to take. Why am I blogging you ask? Well, because my brain is freaking out about all this other stuff until I process it and so this is how I process it.

6. I am also scheduling interviews for my show at Breadbox Media for January. I am focusing on my grades for this semester and then I’ll be back in the radio thing come January. I’m pretty excited about some of the people that I’ve got lined up!

7. I have an article up at Aleteia today! Go check it out and let me know what you think! I really love being edited and having people go back and forth with me to polish up my writing. It makes me so happy to see the final product. If you want to know what my writing looks like without all the rambling, then this is a great example!

8. One of my aunts is very sick and her family is trying to raise money to help with medical costs along with make arrangements if she were to pass away. My cousin who set up this GoFundMe was the first person in my family to graduate from High School. I’ve always looked up to him for that, it’s a huge accomplishment in a family of migrant workers. My grandparents and aunts and uncles all worked the fields for a living. Some of my first cousins too! Which is crazy when I think about it in my two-story house in one of the best suburbs to live in in the country. If you could help out in anyway, my family would be thankful. If you can’t donate any money, please leave a comment saying you’ll pray for her. You would be surprised how much prayers help.

9. My mom is sick and has been for a few months now. She has a test next week. Please pray that the doctors find out what is wrong with her. My son (the one driving me bonkers) is also sick with a cold and is having his wisdom teeth pulled soon so please pray for that too.

10. I think this is it. Life is crazy. It’s weird that I feel the closest to God when things are crazy though. I don’t know how to live a normal life with no crisis. I would love a nap here and there, but really I wouldn’t have to rely on God if I didn’t live in crazy.

Thanks for reading and praying. Please pray for me.