Rocked at its foundations

2 years ago today was my wedding day. It actually looks exactly as it did that day: rained in the morning and cleared up to be a beautiful day...

 After everything that's happened, learning how to make my life recognizable,becoming comfortable in my home, and finding some sort of familiarity with daily living, I can confidently say that I'm alright. It took a just over a year and it was hard there's no denying that or trying to hide from it. It nearly broke me and it felt as though there was no bouncing back from this one.

There's still residual stings from the memories and fighting my way to make it through what's been the hardest thing I've ever had to overcome. I'm not quite there yet, but comparatively, I've come a long way, baby. I'm not the same person I was, not that I'm better or worse, just changed. I don't think that's gone unnoticed, but to toot my own horn, I've done my damnedest and have done a pretty decent job from where I was to where I am now. Thankyouveryfuckingmuch.

I'm getting my fluer de lis tattoo next Friday (sorry for not mentioning it earlier Mama, at least it won't be on the tip of my nose as previously suggested.), it has a double meaning: A) my adoration for the city of New Orleans and B) I view my marriage as a destructive force like Katrina was to my 2nd favorite city. It's not going to be a pretty tattoo, it's going to look like it's been rocked at its foundations, been through hell, has some scrapes and bruises, but it's still here.

I'm still here.