An Anniversary Of Sorts

two years ago, on april 6th, i got fired from the toxic waste dump. i really thought my life was ending, even with our wedding just seven weeks away. i think that there were four things that saved me--the adorable one, taylor (i think he held on until i got my job (where i work now), my friends, and our pool, which i pretty much soaked in every day.

as we drove home from a yummy sushi supper, i asked the adorable one if, looking back two years ago, if he thought things would turn out alright--that we would recover financially, and for me, emotionally. ever the optimist (that's my man!), he said, "of course." if you had asked me, i would have predicted my suicide, as it was just an awful and horrible time, despite getting married and going on an awesome honeymoon.

the adorable one is convinced that nothing ever stays the same. no matter what, things change. he's right and i know that. regardless of how crappy life is, the sun still comes up and life goes on. and somehow we made it. i got another job, at a much better place, and after two years of total paranoia, made it over the hurdle.

and it took a while, but we put our finances back on order--our retirement savings took a major hit, but unless we win the lottery, we have a good 20 to 25 years (sigh) of work ahead of us. which two years ago, sounded a lot like heaven. perspective is funny, even when the situation you're going through is not.

so, we made our way back. of sorts. i'm still a hermit with no interest in going back to the gym or really even being social. we could be saving more money. we could be going to the gym. i could be finding a hobby or two to occuppy my time. other than watching tv, cuz that doesn't really count. but it should!

here's to the man, who stood by me when the chips were down. who saw me at my worst and still loved me. we made it through baby, and the best is yet to come!