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Once Upon a Time, There Was a Girl and a Boy …

Y’all, I seriously don’t even know where to begin a story that’s been 26 years in the making. Twenty-six – painstaking, heartbreaking, death-defying – years.

Which is why I’ve been absent from the Internet, for like, forever.

Also? There are new and delicate privacy issues I’ve had to consider.
Things I’ve never had to consider before starting this humble little blog.

I used to write like no one was reading. And somehow, that’s exactly how I obtained so many friendships/readers. I had NO shame. And I had NOTHING to hide. I was NOT embarrassed to post the deepest, darkest, secrets about MYSELF. Nor was I afraid to back those very secrets/stories with cold, hard, photographic evidence. I wrote to deal with whatever shit was thrown my way and to get to the other side. I wrote to ‘Find The Funny.’ And that worked. For years.

But that’s the key word.

I.

As in myself.

Even though I am known as The Queen Of TMI I have never divulged the secrets of others. And I never would. Those aren’t MY secrets to tell. That would kind of be like “outing” someone for spite – and that’s just uncool.

The end.

These days, I am in a very different place from where my blog began: as a single mother [of one son] Struggling Commercial Insurance Professional, while battling numerous autoimmune diseases and never ending flare-ups, which led to the inevitable loss of my career and finally moving in with my parents.

Today? I am the mother of THREE. Yes, three kids. Three mother f*cking teenagers!
JCH [age 19] whom y’all know and adore and my two soon-to-be-step-daughters: temporarily known as: BigTitsMcGee [age 15] and HellOnWheels [age 14] – Feel free to thank, Justin, for those aptly appointed nicknames.

Today? Yes, I still have never ending autoimmune flare-ups. I just don’t write about them anymore – for personal and private reasons – which, one-day I truly hope to share with you.

Today? I am a very happy homemaker/owner – no longer isolated within the confines the purple prison/paradise of my parents house. [But I did move around the corner. Literally. It’s like “Everyone Loves Raymond” up in here.]

And, today? I am the happiest I’ve ever been.

I have EVERYTHING I’VE EVER WANTED – including: dedicated, devoted, unmerciful, and undying gratitude – from my partner, the man I’ve been in love with since I was fourteen years old. And I want to shout it from the mothafuckin’ rooftops. I want to skywrite it across the entire atmosphere.

How did I finally get here?
That’s what I’m dying to tell you.
The sacrifices. The change. The growth. The rewards. #FuckingFlorida.
The good. The bad. The scary. The wonderful. #DirtyJersey4Evah

 

But this is the best I can do, for right now.

 

Right now, I have all these other people to consider. All this other privacy to respect. And all of these other children to protect. Children who’ve been disgraced and embarrassed enough.

 

I hope to be able to share my whole story. OUR STORY. With you.
One day.
Soon.

 

Stay Tuned.
Love,
M

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  • I have been so happy you are on on Facebook… I still get my dose of Meleah!!!! Otherwise I would NOT be happy! So I am dying to know… “and my two soon-to-be-step-daughters” ARE YOU ENGAGED?!?!?!?! Did I miss something!?!??!?!? I am so so so so SO happy for you!!!! You keep what you need to under wraps and share what you want. Just don’t hold back stories about you and medicated NON ASS kleenex… those are just TOO GOOD!

  • The Fallen

    Hmmmmmm… Curious… As long as the story has a happy ending, I suppose….

  • agg79

    Welcome back, Melba!
    Life on the funny farm hasn’t quite been the same since you left. The food’s gone to hell, the inmates are running the place and the nurses won’t let me play with my nuts any more.
    I am dying to hear your story from my favorite B S Crazy person but I can wait for the HBO special. With the way you spin a yarn, I know it will be anything but boring.

  • “And my two soon-to-be-step-daughters” ARE YOU ENGAGED?!?!?!?! Did I miss something!?!??!?!?”

    Well, no.
    Not yet.

    This process is taking much longer than we expected. Sadly.

    Thank you, for your love & support!
    XXOOXXOOXXOOXXOO

  • Well ……………. that’s yet to be seen.

    Isn’t it? 🙂

  • “I am pretty certain that no one in their right mind would allow me to “parent” their kids in this current culture” —- Woman, I am ALL about wooden spoons and corporal punishment – sadly, in this day – I can’t use those either.

    “I can appreciate how difficult it might be to be a stepmom as I have one of my own.” ….

    Well. Um. Truth be told….

    I always thought being a parent was the toughest job on earth – because it is. It’s really tough.

    Then I thought – becoming a single parent was the toughest job on earth – because, well, it was.

    But now?

    NOW I’ve come to realize – becoming a stepparent? May actually be THE toughest job on earth – because, well, it REALLY is!

    Why?

    I’ve always known my stepfather loved me. I’ve never doubted that for one second. However, I never knew JUST HOW MUCH – until now.

  • The Fallen

    Tou che’… But, … happiness is a state of mind…. No matter what the physical outcome, I’m sure you’ll triumph in your usual mental sort of way… Hope your still working your book. I’ll check in on you from time to time.

  • The Fallen

    Damn! So many grammatical/spelling errors…

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