Back when he was Romeo

I used to think he was the real deal Romeo. We met through mutual friends. It wasn't love at first sight, or second or third. We danced around each other for a year. He saw another girl, I saw another guy. But one night at a party we got to really talking and hanging out. We did more back and forth. We were young and love scared the hell out of me. Plus he was a smoker, and having lost my dad to lung cancer, that was a deal breaker for me. But still we talked, then didn't talk, then talked some more. When he quit smoking, everything changed. We dove right in, head over heels, and never looked back. Late night talks started to include many I love you's, and talk of the future, hopes and dreams. All my fears of falling in love seemed ridiculous. Those fears are for people who fall for the wrong person. But no, we were perfect for each other. We loved each other, we were committed, we had great communication, we had our perfect little checklist and couldn't imagine a day we'd feel any different about each other. That was 10 years ago.

This became his song to me...

The Intro

I used to mock the blog movement. Did people think so much of their own life that they figured people would care to read about it? But, like everything else I've ever judged or criticized, I fell into it and saw what was really there (Seriously will I ever learn?). People put their story out there because someone can relate! We all have felt that moment of "no one understands" or "no one knows what it's like". But someone probably does. And though we are criticized as a society for only connecting with people via technology, there is also something great about being able to find a friend whom you can relate to when it seems like the real people around you just don't get it. 

So here I am, just a regular person, whose life is no more important than anyone else's. But I will blog because 1) It's a great release to put your words out there and I hate writing in journals. 2) Hopefully someone will feel a little less alone in their struggles and their joys. 3) Facebook sucks. 

I'm Juliet and I'm married to Romeo. And we have a not so Romeo and Juliet kind of life. But who wants that anyway? Seriously, they killed themselves. We have three awesome kids, we will call them Monkey, Ladybug, and Taz. 

I follow many blogs, and most of them have one theme. But my life is made up of many struggles and many joys, so I will share about them all. So this blog won't be just about motherhood, though it definitely is a huge part of my life. It won't just be about homeschooling, though I did and hope to homeschool again. It won't just be about Hyperemesis Gravidarum, though I'm a survivor and will share my story and hope to connect with those out there who feel alone because of it. And it won't just be about being the wife of a porn addict, though I will share my struggles, the good days and the bad days. Because my life is all of that, and all those circumstances have changed me, made me who I am today, for better or worse.