This journey I took with him really started back at about month six of knowing each other. We spilled our guts about our past and laid the cards on the table about who we really were behind the facade of new relationships. He confessed to being a diabetic and stubborn and I came clean about being a bitch and self sabotaging. We bonded that night in acceptance of each other's flaws and two months later we were engaged.
Wow, was he my knight in shining armor. I was 31, had been married previously and no good propects in sight. Was still dating my ex husband (a Gotti) on and off while meeting one bad boy after another. There was a sudden shift that took place away from the nonsense when I cried out in prayer one day to finally send me someone I could build a life with, have children with, argue over stupid things like who is gonna take out the garbage. I cried that I wanted the white picket fence and everything that goes with it. That afternoon, I met my husband.
He gave me the white picket fence and the everything else....The moral of this blog is Be Careful what you pray for~your prayers are heard!
