Welcome back, it has been forever since I have written anything that truly exposed my life. I'm starting out 2016 with the truth and allowing myself to write even the words that pain me. This story starts in early 2015, when things between me and Tyler couldn't have been worse. I spent my time wishing things would return to the way they were, when were happy and in love, when that exhilarating feeling of being in love would rush through me. But, he started taking more shifts at work and spending every ounce of free time on his car. I spoke to him maybe once a day and felt lucky to even get to hear his voice for a minute. He would usually tell me he was "busy" or working on his car, I fell second place to something that wasn't even alive. I was second place to a car, but still I tried to hold on to what I once felt, I wanted to hold onto those moments when nothing in the world seemed to matter. I still remember we got into a fight while I was writing a "reason
"Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will."