Homelife...

So I ran into an old friend at flickr(she found my photos...). After she sent me an update on her life, I sent her mine. I reread it before sending it and felt the need to post it here as well...

Well... to make a long story short... Marcus and I have known each other since 4th grade. We went to HCS together, but he was transferred around the SAU shortly there after. We were friends in high school, and interested in each other but I was seeing someone else(faithful at a golden retriever...). After I graduated and he was expelled we went our separate ways. I had my son, he he married his first wife...
In January of 03, my son was almost three, we ran into each other at H&R Block(he was working there and for some reason I felt the need to have my taxes professionally done, the only year I've ever done that). He was still married, but it was obvious to everyone that the relationship was over. That following June I bought my house and he moved in. We spent the first year of our relationship wondering if we moved things a little too fast... oh well.
Shortly after things settled a bit we started trying to get pregnant. After a few unsuccessful months we went to see a Dr. Poor Marc was afraid I'd leave him when we got the news that he'd never have a child of his own. But I didn't. I really wanted another one and I knew that we had other options if we wanted to. Besides we were happy with the little boy.
In the beginning of 05, after I graduated from college, we decided to get married. In March of that year, my father passed away unexpectedly. I hadn't seen or spoken to him in five years, but it was one of the hardest things I've ever had to deal with. Still is sometimes...
Shortly after I picked out my dress and booked our honeymoon(a Cruise!) we discovered I was pregnant! Needless to say we made a few changes... altered the wedding dress and had to cancel the cruise(they won't let you on the boat after 20 weeks, I would have been 22 weeks), we spent a week in Maine instead and it was perfect...
On October 1, 2005 I became Mrs. Melinda Steele-StCyr, and that was perfect too(pictures on my snapfish, I'll send you a link). Our daughter was born on Janurary 30, 2006. That same day, my Grampa was diagnosed with cancer... Later that summer, in July, my Nana was also diagnosed with cancer. She died shortly after her diagnosis, in August. Four months later, my Grampa also died, right before Christmas. I was there with them both when they died. Part of me died with them.
After all of that things were a bit choppy around here(hmm.. wonder why). Marc started drinking after being sober for over two years(he's an addict and alcholic). It all came to a head when he was arrested in February for DUI(long story... he was found in a parked car with the keys in the ignition, he wasn't driving...). In April of this year he checked in to rehab. It was a long six weeks, be we survived. He's been home, clean, and sober since March 17. He attends meetings at least four times a week and life is good again. A little stressful at times; we hardly get any time together... he works 3rd shift. But the money is good and I'll finally have real heath insurance(haven't had it in over ten years!). And we'll need it for the lawyer we just hired for his upcoming trial in September...
Now, the small boy child is entering the second grade and doing great! He was diagnosed with ADHD and Hypoglycemia so I have to keep an eye on him, his diet, and his weight(he's still really little, only 42 lbs). He goes to the summer rec program here and loves it!
The Little Bird is also doing well. She had a series of ear infections that resulted in tubes. Unfortunately she still isn't talking yet, just babble. She's failed two hearing test, so on Monday we go to a specialist to have a sedated ABR(hearing test that doesn't require her participation. They go straight to the brain stem for results; it's non-invasive though...) From there it'll be speech therapy, but we're not sure what kind yet. We need to know if there is hearing loss before that can be determined.
And I'm still... me... Still crafting(as you can see from my pictures on flickr), still crazy(going later today for my 5th & 6th tattoos, birthday present from my sister!), and still teaching. I'm the director and preschool teacher at a small privately owned daycare center. I love my job, most days. I love my Hubby; despite everything he really is my perfect match(I'm no picnic to live with either, I don't know how he does it!). My littles are awesome; I've got two good ones so I'm not going to push it and try for a third... goodness knows what I'll end up with! I still smoke, don't drink, and still know how to make a sailor blush with mere words...
So much for making a long story short...
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oooof! After rereading this yet again, a mix of feelings wash over me. Part of me feels that I could, no should have elaborate more on certain things. And all of the usual old feelings creep in, loss, sadness, anger... but also happiness and pride. If we can survive this, what else are we capable of?