I'm listening to Rascal Flatts "God Blessed The Broken Road" and it's making me think of the first time I ever heard this song. J was bound and determined to get me to dance. He was feeling romantic, and I'd just come home from work. He played this song and we sang it to each other as we danced.

After that we sang it to each other again up on the mountain above Grand Junction. We'd gone up at night to look at the lights. A bottle of alcohol, romantic music, and the feeling that I was falling for him made the night magic. Now every time I hear that song a part of me wants to cry; it was so beautiful. I miss that romance in our relationship.

I think, with him, it won't take much to get it back. Right now he's just going thru so much with having to deal with the ex-wife and only getting the kids every other weekend. Even I am very stressed and not really feeling 'romantic' all that much. I think I just miss some of the feelings I had when we first got together. I know he's missing it as well - he himself said we need to go on a date.

Both of us are missing our 'us' time. It's past due and much needed.

Work has been really interesting this week. Several customers are beginning to trust me with their stories, their lives. I didn't mean to, but managed to catch one lady off guard. I asked her how she was and she said it was a long story and that I didn't have enough time to listen.

So, me being who I am, I leaned against the counter, said I was ready, and told her to spill it.

Her chin just kinda hit the floor and her lower lip started trembling. From out of nowhere she blurts out that her son was caught with drugs and will be going to jail for multiple counts of drug felonies and she's just been diagnosed with cancer and doesn't know if she'll live to see her son get out of jail.

As she was blurting all this she started crying. When she was done talking I just gave her a hug and told her that it would all work out in the end, but that I was sorry for what was going on. Needless to say she stopped crying and went on her way after a bit, but still, I felt bad for her. Poor lady is going thru a bunch and the only person she had to talk to was me. I hope she comes back, even if it's just to give her a listening ear.

Another customer came to me upset that her recently deceased daughter's birthday is coming up and it's really getting hard for her. Her daughter died at 45 years old from cancer and she hasn't really gotten over that yet. Dealing with her birthday coming up is just adding to her grief.
She got a hug, too.

I do love my job. There are so many fabulous people out there that I meet each day not to mention the people I work with. They're pretty wonderful themselves. My department head is very laid back and doesn't care what you do as long as you get your job done. My store manager and assistant manager is the same way. I don't get into the drama that everyone else likes to start and things are wonderful.

Now I just wish the ex-wife would stop fighting us. She's trying so hard to screw us over that she doesn't realize she's screwing herself and her kids up. It's disheartening. She finally got health wave for the kids and got them in to see doctors. The problem with that is she doesn't let us know until too late that our daughter is going in for surgery. What's up with that?! Doesn't she think we'd want to be there for Kayla as much as she does? She didn't give us enough time to get time off of work, so we missed being there for Kayla. Then the ex-wife will say that we're never there for the kids. It feels like a losing battle.

J wants to fight the ex-wife, the ex-wife wants to fight us, and I just want everyone to stop fighting and see that the kids are hurting from all of it. The kids don't want to be with their mother - they tell her all the time they want to be with us. They tell their mother's mother they want to be with us. Yet neither one of them listens. They say we're filling their minds with that crap, and the kids are only saying it because we tell them to. It's a shame. Truly.

I do know that ex-mother-in-law is still smoking pot and keeping it in the house where the kids are. If the kids were to get into the couch where she hides it they'd find it and who knows what would happen then. It's a good thing I know exactly where she hides it.

Have I mentioned that if ex-mother-in-law would butt out I think everything would work out better?

Ugh.