"You're Breaking Up With Me Because I'm Too...Blonde?"

Every movie has opening credits.

Every storybook has a prologue.

Every musical has an opening number.

Just like my blog has an opening entry.

Before I begin, let me start off by saying it is not my intention to sound like a "bitter cow" in my inaugural blog. It's just something to give my readers a little background as to why I'm here. Think of it like you're in your first meeting with A.A. and we're going around the room and introducing ourselves, explaining why we're here and it just so happens to be my turn.

A few minutes after I had gotten out of a serious relationship, one that I had hoped would lead to a marriage, I sat myself down and thought: "Well...How did I get myself into this mess?"

Then I realized I didn't get myself into a mess--I got myself out of one.

Generally, when my heart is broken for a little while, I watch a movie and think: "Oh, I know how that character feels" or "The same thing happened to me!" or even "Wasn't I just told that same line?".

Let me explain:

In the relationship I had just gotten out of, there were talks of getting married and starting a life together. Like every girl, I thought that the fairy tale I had been waiting for since I was little was about to come true.

But apparently, there were some things that I needed to change about myself and some things I needed to do before I was "worthy" enough to be proposed to.

Until I had accomplished those things, I would not be engaged.

I didn't know that I would also not be told "I love you" or be given a kiss unless I "deserved" it.

Most smart girls would break it off as soon as that red light was shown. But I chose to ignore that light and replace it with a green one in my mind's eye.

I did a lot of things to prove my love to this guy and to prove that I was serious (some of which were ridiculous!), but during that time I started to have my doubts. Even though I was holding up my end of the deal, there wasn't any sign from the other end that he was just as serious and in love with me as I was serious and in love with him.

I joined phlebotomy school a few months ago, hoping that that would impress him despite my being a tad queasy at the sight of blood.

We officially broke up the first day of classes on July 1, 2011.

And since that relationship ended...I don't think I've ever been happier.

I've been cooking more.

 

I've been writing more.

I've been going out more.

 

I've completed my phlebotomy course.

But more importantly, I've been myself more.



And let me tell you something...It feels great.

Before I end this blog post, I'll direct your attention to the title of the blog. All of my blog posts will be titled with a quote from a movie that I feel fits my post perfectly. There will be two links on the bottom of the post with another quote re-directing you to the movie's IMDB page or YouTube video displaying a movie preview or a particular scene. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, will be to watch that movie and maybe you'll see what I mean when you watch how far one girl will go for love and to prove that she is more than she appears to be.

IMDB Page:

"Then what? My boobs are too big?"

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