The Story of Jack

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I want you to know my story. I am not sure why. Perhaps it will give you courage to press on. Perhaps it will give you courage to stop. You tell me.

wpid-how_to_heal_a_broken_heart_001.jpegThis is my story.  It was amazing at times.  It was painful at times.   But at all times it was beautiful.  I am posting it here because it cannot be denied and will not be forgotten.   The memories, both good and bad, will forever be a part of me.

Love and Hate

Innocence Lost

Love Before First Sight?

My First Attempt

The Sound of His Voice

Months of Foreplay

The Day We Met …

Intended to Make Love But Ended Up Having Great Sex

Simple Romance

Moving Along

We Made Love That Day

Pumpkin Pancakes

Roller Coaster From Hell

Together Again

Football Revisited

Real Men Don’t Cry

Super Bowl Promises

Our First Valentine’s Day

Waiting with Anticipation

Confessions of a Taxi Cab Driver

Perfection

Third Time’s a Charm

Just A Memory

Things I Love

Happy Anniversary Babe

You can read more posts about Jack and for Jack in my Categories found on the side bar:

A-to-Z Challenge (a variety of things for Jack)
Emotions
Jack Pissed Me Off
Letters for Jack
Poetry for Jack

The Story of Jack

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UPDATE: DECEMBER 6, 2016:  As I read my story, years later, it still excites me.  It also angers me.  And saddens me.  And leaves me hopeless and full of hope at the same time.  Not a day goes by that I don’t think about Jack.  And not a day goes by that I don’t question the reality of it all.  I’m lost in this game of life, and I play on. Waiting. Wondering. Knowing.

I want you to know my story. I am not sure why. Perhaps it will give you courage to press on. Perhaps it will give you courage to stop. You tell me.

wpid-how_to_heal_a_broken_heart_001.jpegThis is my story.  It was amazing at times.  It was painful at times.   But at all times it was beautiful.  I am posting it here because it cannot be denied and will not be forgotten.   The memories, both good and bad, will forever be a part of me.

Love and Hate
Innocence Lost
Love Before First Sight?
My First Attempt
The Sound of His Voice
Months of Foreplay
The Day We Met …
Intended to Make Love But Ended Up Having Great Sex
Simple Romance
Moving Along
We Made Love That Day
Pumpkin Pancakes
Roller Coaster From Hell
Together Again
Football Revisited
Real Men Don’t Cry
Super Bowl Promises
Our First Valentine’s Day
Waiting with Anticipation
Confessions of a Taxi Cab Driver
Perfection
Third Time’s a Charm
Just A Memory
Things I Love
Happy Anniversary Babe

You can read more posts about Jack and for Jack in my Categories found on the side bar:

A-to-Z Challenge (a variety of things for Jack)
Emotions
Jack Pissed Me Off
Letters for Jack
Poetry for Jack

Tell Me Why

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Why do I still ache for him?   I am extremely happy with my life, my career, my marriage, I am happy.  But every day I think about him.  What he’s doing.  Is he happy? More than anything,  I want him to be happy.  If I knew he was happy, I think I could move on. But I have this sick feeling I will never know. And that’s the way he wants it.

‘Tis the Season

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It is the season.   One that we celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ.   But also one where we gather with our loved ones and celebrate the moment.   But what if you can not celebrate with the one you love?  What if the one you love does not believe in Jesus Christ?

For those of you who follow this blog, you know my miserable and ridiculous story.   Part of me wants to delete the blog.  Part of me wants to keep it forever.

I wonder sometimes if I will ever forget about Jack.  I wonder sometimes if I really want to.   And I wonder if he ever thinks about me.  And if he does, does he hurt? Or does he smile? Or do I still make him sick?

Does that ever go away?