I spent most of my 25th birthday alone and crying. The boy I was dating had dumped me the night before and then everyone forgot my birthday. Everyone. I didn't blame them, my Mother had died 6 weeks earlier, so no one was thinking about me. Life was awful, my husband had died in a fiery car crash two years earlier and then I watched my Mom slowly die of lung cancer. I wished I was dead, too.
My Mother came to visit me in a dream that night. She scolded me and told me to shape up and get on with my life. It was very real, like she was standing right there, so I went to counseling, gave up my apartment and moved back home with my Dad, found a new job and started taking some college classes.
A couple months later I ran into a male friend that I hadn't seen in many years. Our friendship took up right where it left off. We enjoyed being together. One day, I asked this friend if he would ever consider marrying me. He said Yes, but thought we should at least date first. We did. We got engaged on July 24th and married on December 14th.
My Wonderful Husband and I have been together ever since then. My 25th year started out in tears and ended in love.
When I turned on my computer and checked my emails, Twitter and Facebook, there were lots of birthday wishes. At 8 am, I climbed back into bed and snuggled up to my Wonderful Husband. I think that this year is going to be a very good one.
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