A Married Lady

A wise teen once told me that I'd never be lucky in love as I'm just not darn pretty enough. She told me I had bad genes which made me undesirable to men, and that I'd have to lower myself to the lowest of the low, pick the least defective and SETTLE. This girl is the harshest I have ever met, unfortunately for me, she taunted me for years, making sure I knew everything happens for a reason - including everything I've failed at and am destined to fail at. Then 4 years ago I met a boy who changed my life in many stages. A boy who had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting this girl. It took him 18 months to crack her for me. And all of a sudden, she was gone from my life, allowing me to breathe. She popped her head in though, like some bad plot in Eastenders, kept coming back for more digs, checking I still knew from time to time that my actions would only lead to one eventuality. One month ago, I finally killed her off I think. I can't be sure, she's like a Dirty Den; a really poorly written soul who cones back when all avenues for a return were mushed up, but sheer ignorance keeps bringing that soul back. For now, I am healed, more than I have ever been healed in my life. And so it is with that note in which I say farewell to Miss, and hello to Mrs. Farewells do however mean closing a chapter, and I can't think of any better way to draw my line by ending this blog after a decade of tears, bad writing and trivial problems. I hope you will join me in my next journey after 4 weeks as a married lady. www.merrall-I-do.blogspot.com Xxx