The random misadventures of a (formerly)Single Super Mom

When I first thought about going to college, I had the stars in my sights.  I had grandiose plans to be rich, successful, have the perfect life and the perfect family.  I was going to graduate, get an amazing job, have a beautiful home; and pretty much have a life like someone had on television.  I started my freshman year as a Business Administration major.  I was at school on a full academic scholarship; but was emotionally unprepared for the demands of Honors college courses.  Plus, I was miserable.  I hated business.  Hated numbers, economics, and math.  I loved to read.  I loved to write.  I loved music, and art, and literature.  I took a semester off, "found myself", and went back as an English major.  It was a completely different experience that time.  I actually enjoyed going to class and learning.  To my everlasting regret, I gave up college for marriage.  I packed up and moved across the country...

Let's face it.  Falling in love is a scary, fun, fascinating thing.  It's absolutely terrifying when you do it later in life.  You second guess everything, you don't want to make the same mistakes you did the first time, yet you still have hope that there is someone out there that's perfect for you.  Here is my love story.... When I met my ex husband, I was 20 and he was 18.  We were young, in "lust", and hormones pretty much ruled our world.  I didn't know then that he had Narcissistic Personality Disorder; I was too busy working at the mall trying to be cute and go to college and have a social life.  We literally got married for money(you get more pay in the military being married than being single!).  After going to college for less than a semester, my ex felt that joining the military was the only way to go.  So off he went to boot camp, and I stayed home.  Absence indeed made the heart grow fonder, and the romanticism of letter wr...