shesgotbaggage : Followers & Following

So I’ve got baggage. But it’s all cute and it matches, and that’s the main thing, right? “Lessons learned the hard way” take up most of the suitcases, the ex-boyfriends are stuffed in the steamer trunk, and my medication and bipolar disorder fit snugly in the carry-on. And I can’t ditch that one at the check-in counter.

This is not the life I bargained for when I called off my wedding at 22. Before that time, I’d had about 3 boyfriends and never “just dated” anyone. I figured I’d just have a few more and find the right person in much the same undramatic fashion as I found my ex-fiance.

That? Did not happen.

Since then I’ve had a few proper boyfriends, about eleventy-three dates, and one complete and utter nervous breakdown (which, if you ask me, is a great way to get three weeks off work when your shrink signs the right papers). I’ve dated doctors, a chef, a computer programmer, a fireman, several cute military men, and an engineer. One said he loved me, one tried to hit me, one almost broke my bed and two broke my heart.

I write openly. This blog has my heart all over its figurative sleeve. Some of it’s snark, some of it’s sad, some of it’s silly. All of it is real - and you can believe that if you can believe my English professor who once told me that my writing skills do not lie in fiction. I was informed that my characters’ dialogue was neither believable nor realistic, and I ought to stick to my strengths in academic and research writing.

So every post in here that recaps the events of my life is as honest and true-to-experience as I can capture without carrying a video camera around everywhere to remind me of exact dialogue and so on. Because really, you can’t make this stuff up.