my dirty little secret

He knew what he was getting into, but he was so hopped up on love that I knew he would agree to anything I said. I told him it would be expensive, I would have to rendezvous frequently, and that was the way it was going to be. OK? Good.

Fast forward 8 1/2 years.

The time has come. He's in denial. I did warn you, didn't I?

I'd seen my mom do it for years. I knew it was part of life. However, at the tender age of 17 I discovered the first culprit. It forced me to look at my own mortality.

Later, as they multiplied like a raging virus, I said, "No not until I'm 30." I gained some comfort knowing that my younger sister was starting down the same vicious spiral. Misery loves company.

With the awkward teenage years gone, I was finally learning to love myself. I might not have been perfect, but it was me. Now that must all change.

I also didn't think we'd STILL be students when the time came. But luckily, someone in the know took pity on me and came to my rescue. A fellow starving student wife. I offered to give her a shot anytime in return. Hi. My name is Melissa and I dyed my hair to cover a gray hair or two. I'm a natural brunette but loving my new life with blond highlights.

I'm still trying to decide if blonds have more fun.

Thank you Laura!