The road of life is full of travels and unexpected turns. I grew up in a small town in lower New York. I thought that I would graduate school, maybe go to college , marry and live in the same area. I did graduate and I did attend my first two years of college in the community college there, but then my father talked about moving to Tennessee and having a farm.
He had done dairy farming as he grew up. He had a dream of owning his own farm. His parents had been tenet farmers and maybe that was why he dreamt of own his own farm or maybe it was a need to get back to his roots. He did purchase a farm and eventually moved down after I returned from college in Kentucky. I lived three more years in New York and then moved to Tennessee.
When I was moving a boy I knew from High School pleaded with me not to move. He always liked me but for several reasons, I did not feel the same for him. I was in a bad relationship with someone who dated me and others. I would try to be independent but kept running back to this other man until I decided to move to break this cycle and move out of state. If only the man I dated had asked me to stay like my high school friend, I would have stayed.
Eventually, my high school friend married and a year later I also married. My marriage was full of drama. I had married a functioning alcoholic. I suffered neglect and putting up with him, his drinking buddies and his DUI's. I prayed that he would sober up and we would be the family we were suppose to be. We had two sons by this time. He did sober up and then he divorced me. We were three weeks short of our 12th anniversary. I dated several men over nine years of being single again. Each was worse than the last. I even had to take one man to court for an order of protection. I eventually gave up on dating.
One day my sister was talking to me and commented that is was sad that I could not find a decent man. I told her I was tired of meeting men and then finding out how cruel they could be. I told her that Dave, my high school friend, was the only one I think I could trust. Ironically, he was single. Unfortunately, his wife had passed away from cancer. She had battled it for nearly 20 years. I sent him a note to convey my condolences and to tell him he could could call me if he wanted.
He had done dairy farming as he grew up. He had a dream of owning his own farm. His parents had been tenet farmers and maybe that was why he dreamt of own his own farm or maybe it was a need to get back to his roots. He did purchase a farm and eventually moved down after I returned from college in Kentucky. I lived three more years in New York and then moved to Tennessee.
When I was moving a boy I knew from High School pleaded with me not to move. He always liked me but for several reasons, I did not feel the same for him. I was in a bad relationship with someone who dated me and others. I would try to be independent but kept running back to this other man until I decided to move to break this cycle and move out of state. If only the man I dated had asked me to stay like my high school friend, I would have stayed.
Eventually, my high school friend married and a year later I also married. My marriage was full of drama. I had married a functioning alcoholic. I suffered neglect and putting up with him, his drinking buddies and his DUI's. I prayed that he would sober up and we would be the family we were suppose to be. We had two sons by this time. He did sober up and then he divorced me. We were three weeks short of our 12th anniversary. I dated several men over nine years of being single again. Each was worse than the last. I even had to take one man to court for an order of protection. I eventually gave up on dating.
One day my sister was talking to me and commented that is was sad that I could not find a decent man. I told her I was tired of meeting men and then finding out how cruel they could be. I told her that Dave, my high school friend, was the only one I think I could trust. Ironically, he was single. Unfortunately, his wife had passed away from cancer. She had battled it for nearly 20 years. I sent him a note to convey my condolences and to tell him he could could call me if he wanted.
One Monday evening, he called and we have been talking ever since. He even came to my son's wedding and I spent a week visiting him in New York. Rascal Flatts has a song that says the broken road led me to you........in my case....it was a matter of looking back and making an u-turn.
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