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Yours, Mine, Ours

Our story is not anything extraordinary, I didn’t meet my husband by some chance of fate passing through a store, or even through a friend that felt we would get along... We met through Facebook & honestly we used to lie about it prentending it was a real “mutual friend”  who introduced us because we felt silly answering. But for real, it was a message in my inbox from a guy,  I almost ignored. For some reason I read his message and I could tell he was different. We did have mutual friends on Facebook lol and after stalking his page a few times I decided to write back. We both had similar pasts, both were single parents of baby girls under a year, and we both wanted the same for our future. So after a year and half of dating and living an hour away from each other, we decided I would pack up my daughter and myself and move to Rhode Island. The rest is history!

We were engaged by 2014, marrried by 2016, and had a baby GIRL of our own in 2017! Our life is chaotic to say the least with two girls who are in Kindergarten and a baby, and there is no guide book  on how to handle the situations we face. Schedules, parenting, coparenting  are a few on top of every other possible situation that arises day to day.  Blending our lives was definitely worth it but we are always left wondering if we are doing it right. It has taken me a while to learn that chaos and messy are perfectly fine, no ones life is perfect & the only standards I have to worry about are the ones I have set for myself!



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