I'm here again. And I reread my first post and realized I should fill in a few gaps. I'm from a suburb of Detroit, Michigan. Therefore, when I thought that maybe I would just up and move to Key West. It was a really big deal, really big. And so the story goes.....
.....yes, I fell madly and completely in love. Head over heals really. I think I knew that night, well, okay soon thereafter, that this was the guy for me. You just get that connect. And we had it times ten. He then confessed his love for me or maybe me for him - something or the other and asked me to move to Key West. And with a resounding yes I had made my decision. I was twenty four, in love, and about to move to the southern most point of the US of A. All was well with the world. Until I told my mother. Oh my.....the shattered reality of my happiness. Shattered, crushed, devastated....I was moving away from my whole family and I didn't even come close to realizing the impact of that. Nor did I fully understand for a long time after I had moved back and had three kids of my own - did I realize what the hell I did to my mother. Needless to say since then she has forgiven me for my lapse of common sense and has totally accepted Rob into the family. And actually is always on his side in all arguments or disagreements (really mom?).
