Dear Diary… Pshhhhhhyaaa right!

My Dearest Diary,
Hah! I fooled you. I am so never writing you a letter again! You never respond…. So, I write to myself to remember the day, and also publicly to connect to others. Now that all the official mumbo jumbo is out of the way, we shall recap.
Me. Freshly twenty seven and wishes I was still 25. (not afraid of getting older, I just really liked telling everyone I was a quarter of a century old). I’ve got a LOT of baggage, but hey who doesn’t?  Mine consists of (short list) born in TX, engaged at 17, married at 18(not same person whom I was engaged to at 17), lived a hellish year and a half chock full of abuse and sunshine and daises, separated at 20, divorced at 22, moved around a bit here and there, started to really love life at 23 thanks in part to great friends, was asked to leave my Sunday School class at 24 because of being divorced, lost a lot of “friends”, 24-26 is kind of blurry, dated some really classy losers, moved in with best friend, both grandfathers die within months of each other. Ok, so this list is kind of not short, but I’ll stop here.
Moving on to today. Ahhh It started as just a normal Thursday. Went  to work, came home, got dolled up for boyfriend. Boyfriend came over and enjoyed giving a massage. Phone rang just as we were settled in for an afternoon nap. Got invited to Led Robster (no copy write infringement here! Lol) Had an amazing evening with some great old friends. I have a few friends from high school who every time I meet up with it’s as if we are in a world of our own. Time melts away and suddenly we talk about ten years ago as if it were the good ole days. Is this growing up feels like? Heh.
Came home after a nice dinner and had an amazing cuddle/conversation with boyfriend. I think we shall call him Fred. Yes… That’s the ticket. My boyfriend Fred. (not Flintstone). He and I are going to spend the weekend together… Ahhh… Life is lovely… for the most part. Things can come undone at any moment, but for now, I thank God for the blessings he has given me…

Love,
Gwendolyn

P.S. Yes I really just wrote an entry in the form of a letter
P.P.S No I don’t care how cliché that is
P.P.P.S I don’t think P.P.P.S is real, I think it’s made up