Maybe One Day...

   Wow! I can't believe it has been a year since Adam and I decided to part ways. Everything was supposed to be so different. I often think how different my life would be had things worked out. Would I be a married homeowner? Or would I still be a naive girl in a futureless relationship?
    I promised myself that I would feel better in a year, that my heart would be whole again. Why does it still feel as broken as it was a year ago? Why does it still hurt so much? Why does the idea of Texas Roadhouse or the Salt  Lake Bees still make my heartbeat palpable through my chest wall.
    I feel that the significance of the post lies much deeper than what meets the eye. The notion that I can speak about what happened and admit to the betrayal I feel inside makes me believe that maybe I am doing better than I think. Maybe I have healed. Maybe I will always be completely devastated by the end of what I truly believed was my relationship destiny. Maybe one day I will be able to look back on the last 3 years and not feel anything at all. Maybe, one day all of this will make sense. Unfortunately, that day is not today.

The First Post

Welcome to Whitney's Blog!!!! I am still working out the kinks and trying to figure out what in the world I am doing. I feel a little lost (sort of like my mom when she tries to use the DVR!) Hopefully I can Whitney-fy this soon so it will be as fabulous as I want it to be!