It just dawned on me that I never selected a winner for the Digital Photo Keychain Giveaway. I’m sorry guys, last week was just hectic. :/ Anyway, without any further delay, the winner is…
The 30 Day Meme: Day 10 – A photo of your favorite place to eat.
I grew up in Philadelphia, and one of its signature, you-must-eat-here-if-you’re-ever-in-the-area restaurants is Nifty Fifty’s. Nifty Fifty’s is a 50s-themed restaurant, and the food is AMAZING. It’s also incredibly unhealthy, so it’s not the place to go to if you’re on a diet or are gastric bypass, heh. Think amazing coney island and chili hot dogs, all sorts of hamburger melts, cheese and spicy fries, cheese sticks, fried mushrooms and onions, pick-your-own-flavor sodas, and dozens of one-of-a-kind milkshakes. It’s a total nomfest at that place. And it’s CHEAP! Seriously, you can get food for a family of four for under $30, and believe me when I say that the portions are GENEROUS.
Obviously I can’t eat at Nifty Fifty’s like I used to, but I went there in May for dinner with my mom, the kidlets and my dad (he still lives in Philly), and I enjoyed the nibbles of burger and fries that I swiped from everyone else’s plates, heh.
I won’t pretend for a second that our relationship — Dan’s and mine — is anywhere close to perfect. We’re flawed. Of course we are, we’re human. But for the most part, we’re not plagued with some of the common issues I see friends, acquaintances and random people online dealing with. We have, however, been battling two separate yet somewhat related issues for several years now. Last year, the one issue came to a head, and for a while, it was resolved. But it’s gotten really bad again. The other came to a head, or so we thought, about six months ago. Then everything kind of exploded, over what seemed like absolutely nothing, early Thursday morning.
(I’m sorry I’m being so vague, but believe it or not, there are some aspects of my life and especially my marriage that I’m not willing to share with the general public.)
Thursday sucked. Friday wasn’t much better. Yesterday? It was bad. Really bad. Now that, to me, kind of implies violence, so I want to say right off the bat that there wasn’t any. There was, however, loss of control. Extreme emotions. Screaming. Crying. Asking. Begging. Second guessing. We were both pushed, by ourselves and each other, to the brink. We pushed our relationship to the brink. Any further and the thread would have snapped. At one point Dan was talking about some really scary stuff, and at another point I was even second guessing myself and if I still even loved him anymore, because of the stress, because of the fighting, because of how much I have been emotionally detaching myself from him, from US, in order to cope with the lack of US that there is more often than not (due to one of the issues I alluded to in the beginning of this blog entry). And now I’m feeling so guilty for voicing that out loud to Dan yesterday, because even after we spent hours, literally HOURS talking, and hashing things out, and going over everything that’s wrong and how to make it right, and promising and vowing and swearing to make changes, and making up and then making love and then talking and making up some more, I still worry that I’ve created a complex, that I shouldn’t have said it, because I only felt that way for a split second, literally, because I was just so upset and exhausted and drained and numb.
(Sorry for the run-on sentences. I find that if I try to compose them better, I wind up diluting or outright losing whatever it was I was trying to express in the first place.)
So here we are, hopefully stronger than before. Determined. Making the changes that need to be made. Forcing our hands with not only our willpower but by modifying “outside” circumstances to make sure that our changes stick (kind of like my choice to have gastric bypass surgery, in order to keep the mental control I needed the physical restraint). But more than anything, we are sure of how much we love each other, how much we love our children, how much we want to stay together and grow old together. I just hope we can both make it to old age without having nervous breakdowns, heh.
Yesterday? It was exhausting and stressful. Today? I am just tired. I didn’t get more than half of the stuff done this weekend that I intended to. But it’s all right, because instead Dan and I took care of the one thing that’s more important than anything — our marriage.
Daniel, I love you.
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The 30 Day Meme: Day 9 – A photo of the item you last purchased.
I purchased this necklace on Etsy a few weeks ago. The birthstone is April — Dan’s. ♥
As the domain name suggests, my name is Jenn, and I own this blog. I'm 26 years old and married to my one true ♥, Daniel. And while I have two kids (Alyssa is five, and Ryan is three), you won't find "mommy" in my username or email address, nor does my blog revolve around them. I'm a mother, but most importantly I am me, with a passion for love, blogging, reading, and photography. I'm also a busy freelance writer, web designer & SEO goddess.
