Broken Hearts, Breaking Hearts, and the Ones Who Got Away (Part One)

My husband and I have been together for nearly seven years. Because we have been together for so long, and we are still in a healthy, loving relationship, this isn’t about my relationship with him. These serious of events did lead me to him, and helped me understand how to be in a healthy, loving relationship. So, maybe it is about our relationship in a way.

In order to give you some knowledge of how I got here, I guess I should start from a place where everything began.

During my high school years, I was obese. I’m talking I was walking the line of being morbidly obese. Then, whenever I was 19 years old, and just out of high school, I moved a state away to live with my grandmother. She is a typical woman who was raised in the southeastern United States during the 40s and 50s. She wanted what was best for me, and shamed me into losing weight. Looking back, I’m glad that she did this for me. Had I grown up in a household with her as my mother, I believe that many other things would be different. (That is a post for another time.) While living with her, I ended up losing about 100 pounds.

After I lost the weight, I moved back in with my mother. I had plans on joining the Army, but still needed to lose about 15 more pounds in order do so. While I was working on losing the last 15 pounds, I started getting a lot of attention from men. I had never gotten attention from any men in my life prior to that time. It was taking me time to lose the last 15 pounds, so I got a job at Blockbuster. Whenever I did so, I was asked to work at one of the sister stores for a night, and while I was there, I met a handsome fellow by the name of Sam.

Sam was a great guy. He had just gotten out of a relationship with a girl he had been with for several years. I was intrigued by his passion for life. He had chosen to be an artist, but was working as a delivery driver at a local pizza joint. I suggested to him that he should just go for it and give up the job at the pizza place and work on his career as an artist. He did. I loved watching him bloom into something beautiful. He was truly a passionate and fantastic artist.

Sadly, Sam broke my heart. After he ripped it out of my chest, he shredded it into very small pieces. One day, without any prior warning, he just told me that he no longer wanted to be in a relationship with me. He never gave me any reasoning behind it, but of course, I later found out through his actions. There was a woman that was working with him who was also an artist, that he became interested in. I am grateful that he broke it off before pursuing anything with her, but that’s what happened. I had became very close with his mother before we split, so it was even harder to deal with. I had come to believe that we were going to be together for a long time. This was my broken heart. I still think about him regularly, and I am not sure that I will ever not think about him. It has been 11 years, and I still have him cross my mind.

About Courtney D Gutmanhttp://thegutmanchronicle.comThis is my story in short pieces. As long as I write something everyday, I know that I am accomplishing something. I will eventually separate "Ship Wrecked" into it's own area, and my regular posts somewhere else, but until I take the time to do that, they will be mixed in together. Hopefully it will be done within the next month or so.

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