Second Chance

I can barely see the road, much less the houses that we are out looking for. Even with tears streaming down my face, and the kids in the backseat arguing, I'm sure this is the best thing for us. I pinch myself. I can't believe after eleven years I'm really doing this. I left him, standing on the porch hollering and cursing me. It's no wonder my kids are in the back doing the same, it's all they've ever known.

I relive old memories as I unpack and hang pictures. So many years wasted, my two kids being the only things worthy of the relationship. My best friend at my side, for once, without the pressure of his jealousy.

I've met someone. I'm so scared. Can I really trust my emotions? Can I trust anything?

We have an emotional bond and good communication, which is expected, since I met him in a chat room. I've never felt so close to anyone, or been able to share so much of myself with another.

I spent my summer vacation with him. I've never done anything so bold. He's what I expected, my love has grown. Dependable, strong, and honest, I could go on and on. What's the point of showing differences? I did not want to leave and put nine hundred miles between us.

It has been a year and my love just keeps growing. The miles have got to go. Decisions have to be made; can I trust this second chance at love?

While I pack, my excitement grows, as I dream of new memories to be made. Expectations high, we will make this family thrive. With no more miles between us, will this love grow?

Where has the time gone? We've been together for over a year. This family continues to grow and learn with each other. My second chance at love continues to amaze me.