My first post!

 

Hey everyone! I’m soooo excited to be going on vacation for two days.  It’s kind of bittersweet however. My mother-in-law is getting married this weekend. I’m so happy for her. She really deserves it; it’s been an uphill battle for her losing Jason. I want it to be wonderful and I’m trying so hard not to burst into tears. Wish Jay was here. It seems like all I ever do is cry. I hear people say I need to cheer up and quit being sad and I’m like... HELLO if it was that easy id have done it years ago...lol.  I’ve never being the cheery type. If emu existed in the 80's I would have been one. (Ok so overexageration a little) You know those really annoying people who wake up like a jack-in-the-box and pop out of bed with a smile...not me; I roll out of bed and groan all the way to the bathroom with a frown. I laugh and enjoy a good joke but smiley I am not. I DO miss my husband intensely but I get so tired of being told to quit crying and how I need to smile more often. Those tears make me feel better. Holding them in just leads to an explosion. (For me anyhow) Should I fake smile or just be me? What do you think? hmmm...fakes not really me.

Eight long years...

 My name is Heather King..I am 33 years old and the mother of two of the most beautiful children you have ever laid eyes on but you know I’m a little prejudice.  My husband and I did’nt plan on getting married. We were young and I got pregnant. Jason was just 16 and I was 18, just out of high school.  So we didnt get married right away, we moved in with his mother and soon had a little boy we named Jeffery. We did pretty well as parents and he became my best friend over the next two years. Two years later we finally got married. We never fought, he was a wonderful husband. I found myself listening to my friends talk about their husband and the things that made them mad about them and feeling so lucky I had such a sweet, helpful, caring husband like Jason. I loved being married, loved coming home to him every night after work, loved making him dinner, loved having a partner and knowing id always have someone to hold me and take care of me. I came from a broken home and an abusive father, and I was so happy MY kids got to have everything I longed for as a child. A few years later Jason and I decided we wanted to add to our family and try for a little girl. We were so happy. My life seemed perfect. I had a great husband, a little boy, and a little girl on the way. Our daughter was born in June of 2003 and Jason was in heaven. He doted on our baby girl and treated her like an angel and our five year old was daddy’s sidekick.. I decided all that was missing was a career and decided take EMT classes. Jason watched the kids at night and I took classes.. Life was wonderful until October 6 2003.... 1:56 AM. My life would turn into a nightmare as bad as it was good.