Things happen, and I have nothing to write about.

Cinnamon gum.  I used to hate it.  I mean hate it.  But I really like the way Brock tastes when I kiss him and he’s chewing cinnamon gum.  So now I chew it all the time.  Strange!

I wrote my best friend a huge email about issues I was having.  Not real issues… but issues that were being forced upon my by friends of Brock.  A few of Brock’s ex-girlfriend’s came up during conversation, and immediately his buddies started acting like a bomb was going to go off.  They were eggshell walking, and I didn’t understand.  I don’t hate Brock’s ex-girlfriends.  I realize he has a past, and there were girls that came before me.  Regardless of whether or not I like them, I’m not going to blow a fuse if I hear their names… nor have I ever. 

In complete honesty, I used to have a jealousy issue.  Not a real one, just an imagined one.  And it wasn’t at all that I didn’t want to hear them spoken about, or know anything about them… it was that I was afraid that Brock might leave me for one of them.  I’m over that now.  Not only am I over it, but I’d like to be allowed to move past it.  I don’t care if Josh and Amanda move into the same neighborhood.  I don’t care if we see them at Church.  I dislike them because of the way they treated Brock, but that doesn’t mean I dislike them or wish them any ill will.  I would love to know they have gone on with their lives, and think upon us in passing with nothing more than simple curiosity.  I would love to be allowed to do the same.

I guess I did have something to write about after all.