I was sitting with my ex on Pismo Beach in California watching fireworks. At the time, I had no idea that Dday was just a few short weeks away, that it would be our last vacation together. Things seemed so great.
This year, I went over to my Aunt's house, grilled burgers and spent time with my large, crazy extended family. My brother and I bought a bunch of fireworks (the kind that don't shoot in the air are legal here) and put on a little show for the kids. My cousin's 2 1/2 year old daughter thought they were the most amazing things ever. After the show, we got up on the roof and watched various big shows around town from there.
This has been a rough couple of weeks for me. We were engaged four years ago last week, married three years ago two weeks ago. It seems hard to believe but the end of this month will mark a year from Dday. My life has changed significantly and what has happened still consumes most of my thoughts. I sometimes feel really stuck. Still, the fact that I was able to have a fun evening, to really enjoy myself with my family, was really positive and really nice. Hopefully next year will be even better.
[This message edited by h0peless at 11:49 PM, July 4th (Thursday)]
