When I was a little girl, I was truly obsessed with animals. The bond that you can have with your cat or dog is so beneficial for mental and emotional health, I swear by that. Their excitement for seeing you after you’ve been at work all day, showering you with love, kisses, and cuddles; I’m just not sure how life gets much better than that.
With all of the love and devotion animals give to humans out of the kindness of their souls, I wanted to someday have the chance to “give back.” All I ever wanted to be when I grew up was a veterinarian. Having the opportunity to learn about them more in-depth, help them, keep them safe, and make sure they’re healthy – it’s all I ever dreamed of. I wanted to work with animals for the rest of my life.
The idea of vacation gets anyone excited, but especially as hard-working adults/parents, the idea of an “escape” almost feels impossible at times. For as long as I can remember, I’ve dreamed of where I would like to vacation. Growing up, we didn’t have a lot of money, so we never had the luxury of being able to do so. As an almost 25 year old adult, I still have yet to travel very far or see much.
When Austin and I first met, he went through absolute hell, honestly. In the beginning stages of any relationship, trust has to be built, respect has to be given, and so on. For me, I didn’t trust anyone, not even myself.
After enduring many years of verbal and emotional abuse, on top of the constant cheating, I no longer trusted. I didn’t trust myself due to my ignorance for years, putting up with way more than anyone should ever have to. There was no logical reason that I couldn’t have left sooner, so why didn’t I? If the man that I married and shared a beautiful little boy with couldn’t love me, respect me, want me, encourage me, and do what all husbands should want to do with and for their wives, why in the world would I put myself through something like that again?