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Once Upon a Time

Once Upon a time...



Isn't that how all fairytales begin, or how they used to anyway? How does one begin a modern day fairytale? I suppose in the beginning I have to introduce you to the main characters, or in this case I need to introduce myself.

I'm... We will go with Sweet. I'm 36 years old (37 is only a little over a month away.) I'm a mom of three kids aged 11 (SurferDude) , 10(Redneck), and 7(The Princess). I am currently living in small town Missouri.

I've been married and divorced, and married... and still awaiting the divorce papers even though we've been separated for almost 6 years. It's amicable enough at this point and we are great at co-parenting our 3 children most of time. He lives across the country in upstate NY, so quite a trek for the kids twice a year.

Long story short, when my ex (We'll call him Vanilla) and I split, I "came out" as a lesbian.. except I quickly discovered that I still found men attractive so that didn't quite fit. In the end, after much soul searching, I decided on Pansexual as my "label", however I really wasn't interested in dating men or really anyone until...8 months ago I fell in love.

He (We will call him Spicy) is everything I never knew I always wanted. We met online through an app game that shall remain nameless. He is 10 (GASP) years younger than me although he will argue 9 months and 9 years. Spicy is sexy and fun and smart and, in short, he is amazing. We come from different backgrounds, both geographically and ethnically. We certainly have different life experiences, but despite all our differences we quickly went from friends to something more that was bigger and better than I could have dreamed of.

Everyday, whether it's a good one or a bad one, is better with him in it. Even more amazing than falling in love with him, is watching him fall in love with my kids as well as them fall for him. Their interactions are amazing and adorable to watch. Over this almost year, we have grown as a couple and as individuals, helping each other through the hard times and celebrating the good times.

Since both of us are writers we decided to chronicle our journey forward across the miles to become a family. We hope you enjoy the journey, I know we will. 
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