Facebook memories reminded me that it’s been eleven years since Open Diary shut down. Of course it’s back now but it doesn’t feel the same, you know? I mean ProseBox never really felt the same either, if I’m being honest. I used to write constantly. We didn’t have twitter or facebook back in the day to share our every thought, so my diary readers got the brunt of my teenaged/early twenties angst.
I was reading through some old entries from this diary. Adam and I were still happily married at that point. Well. I was anyway. I have a sneaking suspicion Adam was unhappy for much longer than he let on but that man is and will remain a mystery to me. It’s so odd how the person you thought you knew better than anyone, and who knew you better than anyone, turns into a total stranger practically overnight.
But you know what? It’s really okay. Looking back now at everything past me faced, I just want to tell myself that you are going to be okay. You are going to better than okay. You are going to find yourself, find your truest friends, and find your truest love. Josh and I bought a house together and despite what we told ourselves we would never do, we got married. It was and amazing, perfect, lovely day. The absolute best day. And I’m so so happy.
And then you know Trump got re-elected and I hate everyone. But that is what it is. I’m getting my tubes removed next month. I told Josh I’m not taking any chances with a pregnancy. Wild that I have to have a surgery to protect my own bodily autonomy but here we are. Welcome to the shit show.
I hope you’re all well. In big ways, in little ways, find happiness where you can and have happiness find you. Love.
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