Life In a Small Town

With 11 days left til marriage day (I still have a hard time saying "wedding day" since we aren't actually having a wedding), it was time to pick out rings. We drove to the mall in the city (30 miles away) to see what Zales had to offer. I'm a Zales girl....my daddy managed Zales stores from before I was born until I was 15 or so and he'd had enough of "business suits". I grew up in a Zales store, getting to clean the glass cases, learning to engrave my name on charms and bracelets that had defects in them...playing with the sizing rings. I'm just loyal to Zales...as I am to Coca-Cola products, since my grandfather worked for them for 40+years..but that's a whole nother story. Anyway...back to the rings... I'd looked online at what Zales had to offer, before going to the store, and of course, none of the ones I liked (aka "in my price range") were there onhand. But it was not a wasted trip. I did learn what width I preferred, what s...

Husband, 2.2 kids, house with a white picket fence, and a dog. Perfection, right?? Who says? (and who wants .2 of a kid anyway??) I always thought that happiness was being half of a couple. A man and woman fall in love and just naturally want to get married and spend every minute together. They share a home, a bed, kids, bank accounts, chores, vacations.... together forever. THAT = Happiness. Eh....not so much anymore. A friend and I were talking about our relationships. She's been with her man about 5 or 6 years now. I've been with mine over 3 1/2. Both of our fellows love us. Both of our fellows speak of spending the rest of their lives with us. Up until now she was fine just being a dating couple. I wasn't. I wanted more. I thought that after a given amount of time, you were just suppose to get married. I mean...that's how it's suppose to be, right? If they love you, and they talk of being with you forever, and they are verbally making plans to be with you for ev...