Let’s fight today

Let’s fight today

Let’s fight today

And never ever part

About the things we talked about

Right from the start

You be my sheet and I’ll be your pillow

Let’s get rid forever of all of life’s willows

Let’s fight today

You hit me you scream you lie you dream

Baby you don’t have to act so clean

Let’s fight today

Whenever the thought of separation is here

I literally lose all my gear

A loser life why should we ever live

Why break eternal bonds which sunshine give

Let’s fight today

You tell me what you want I’ll give it to you

Why the hell do you act so blue

If you don’t love my then why take this through

Let’s fight today

I know you love your work and so do I

Then why not work together let’s together fly

Lets fight today

You’re a masterpiece everyday you sow

You’re a lovely Picasso

Baby but I’m your Van Gogh

Lets fight today

Let’s be an inspiration to this universe

Sob tales are so perverse

I am a King

You be my Queen

Together we will venture all the unseen

Let’s fight today

Because one thing I know as we fight and fight

One day baby

All wrong will become right

And I’ll tat you on my chest if you like

All the fighting will get all sewed

And love for me will be renewed.



Love triumphs when it’s meant to be. Couple gets back after divorce

I got a divorce but am still with my ex husband — here’s how we made it work
Angela Johnson Jan 15, 2019, 12:24 PM

Divorce doesn’t have to mean the end.HBO
In the first year alone, my marriage was dealt some devastating blows
During my separation, I sought refuge at my parent’s house and went through a yoga teacher training that allowed me time for self-reflection.
My ex-husband and I have been able to work through our differences and work together in the best interest of our children.
This summer will mark three years since I finalized my divorce from my husband of nearly five years. The process was expensive, painful, and in the end, one of the best decisions I ever made. But not for the reasons you may think.

Yes, I was happy to close the book on a painful chapter in my life and have an opportunity to get a fresh start. I celebrated by changing my hair color, dropping a few unwanted pounds, and starting a new job.

But what I didn’t know was that along with everything else, my relationship with my husband would get a much-needed reboot as well.
Today, my ex-husband and I are closer than we’ve ever been – literally. In fact, we live together, raise our two children together, and even try to enjoy an occasional date night when we can. You may be wondering why we went through the trouble of getting married and divorced only to end up dating again. Well, it’s a long story.

I didn’t go into my marriage thinking it would end in divorce; though I have to admit the odds were pretty much stacked against me. According to a study by the CDC’s National Center for Health Statistics, the probability of a first marriage ending in separation or divorce within the first five years is 20%.

Not to mention, just about everyone in my family gets divorced – that is if they ever get married at all.
My maternal grandmother holds the record with three divorces to her credit. Without a first hand look at what it takes to make a marriage stick, I was left to piece together my own idea of wedded bliss. After watching lots of love stories and classic sitcoms, I’d determined that staying a size 4, maintaining a well-kept home, and avoiding conflict at all costs would keep my husband and me from ending up in divorce court. But what I didn’t think about was how all of that exercise and housework would affect me – a self-proclaimed career girl who takes her independence seriously.

Like so many single girls, I spent years bar hopping in hopes of finding someone who would give me a reason to never come back. So when I met a man who was funny, kind, and passed my social media background check, I knew I couldn’t let him get away. Because we had both been single in New York City for a while, our courtship moved quickly and it didn’t take us long to realize that we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together.

But after all of the “I Do’s,” our marriage started off with a string of bad luck.
The ink had barely dried on our marriage license when we found ourselves dealing with issues that could have put a strain on even the strongest relationship. The economic recession of 2008 left us both unemployed and underwater in our home. And if that wasn’t bad enough, we were dealing with a high-risk pregnancy as we prepared for the arrival of our first child. We barely had time to get used to being two, before we were getting ready to add another tiny member to our family who would be completely dependent on us for her every need. With little money and no family support nearby, we were forced to figure it all out on our own.

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The pressure of maintaining our home with little money slowly chipped away at my sanity. Along with my career, I felt I was losing my independence, my social network, and my identity. I didn’t feel comfortable among the stay at home mom set in our Brooklyn neighborhood. Many of them had made conscious choices to stay home and care for their children, while my decision sort of fell in my lap. I went to every meet up knowing that one spontaneous cup of coffee had the potential to throw my budget completely out of whack.

I grew increasingly frustrated with my inability to make any financial contributions. I was annoyed with my husband for preferring to be optimistic over joining me in my den of despair. I didn’t know what it was like not to work and I felt helpless.

I was jealous of my husband for being able to leave the house without worrying about nap times or feeding schedules. And even if he was only going to a job he hated, he was able to do so without having to find the most stroller-friendly route.

Admittedly, I kept all of my feelings to myself until I reached my boiling point and unleashed my frustration in a rambling tirade that left me to walk away from the relationship and seek refuge at my mother’s house. During our time apart, I tried to distract myself with as many activities as possible to make me forget about the fact that my marriage was over. I became a registered yoga teacher, knitted scarves and hats for everyone I knew, and reflected on the choices that led me back to my childhood bedroom.

After nearly nine months apart the smoke began to clear and our communication became a lot less combative.
With the help of a little therapy and a lot of honest conversation, we were able to remember what brought us together in the first place, and why it was more important than ever to make things work going forward. We decided to go through with our divorce as a way of closing the chapter on a bad situation but agreed to move forward together in a loving, committed relationship. The end of our marriage didn’t feel sad because I knew our new commitment would be even stronger. I learned that when things get tough, I should be turning to my partner for support rather than pulling away.

We may not be able to agree on a movie to watch on Saturday night or the perfect temperature for the bedroom, but we can both agree that today, we are as committed as ever to each other and our two children.
We’re fortunate to live in a world where a family can be defined in many different ways. I couldn’t be happier to have been blessed with such a wonderful bunch. Our traditional Catholic families may not be able to understand what we’re doing, but they’re happy to support our commitment to one another.

And even if we don’t look like the Brady Bunch to the rest of the world, we have lots of love to go around. And I couldn’t be happier that I don’t have to vacuum in heels.

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Happy endings are a precursor to life. I believe in my happy ending

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Skye Curtin, 20, and Austin McCormick, 22, met in college. They spent their first two years together tending to Ms. Curtin’s parents and her siblings. They were married Dec. 1 in Hickory Flat, Ga.CreditAudra Melton for The New York Times
By Tammy La Gorce
Dec. 21, 2018
Though Skye Curtin loves fairy tales, she knew her wedding to Austin McCormick would have no pixie dust or fancy details. She knew she wouldn’t be fussing over cake icing or place-card fonts. Ms. Curtin, who works four jobs and has a long commute to classes at the University of North Georgia, simply had no time, or money, for the little things.

“I absolutely was that little girl who wanted a perfect Cinderella wedding,” said Ms. Curtin, who is from Canton, Ga. “But when Austin proposed I knew we’d have to keep it modest. So our mind-set has been: We just want to get married.”

Even at their young age — Ms. Curtin is 20, Mr. McCormick, 22 — they have already completed a crash course in staying together in sickness and health, for richer or poorer.

Ms. Curtin and Mr. McCormick met in 2016 at a University of North Georgia church group meeting a few weeks into her freshman year. She couldn’t find a friend to go with, so she went alone and joined an acquaintance, Hunter Thompson, who had gone to high school with Mr. McCormick in Jasper, Ga. Mr. McCormick crossed the room to to say hello.


“He acted like he was coming over to see Hunter,” said Ms. Curtin, an elementary and special education major aiming to graduate in 2020. “But he actually wanted to get to know me.” After the meeting, Mr. McCormick, then a sophomore, walked her back to her dorm and they discovered he lived in the room just below.


The wedding party awaited photographs after the ceremony. “It’s kind of a common theme in the military to marry young,” the groom said. “We know we’re ready.”CreditAudra Melton for The New York Times
Despite being in the same building, they didn’t see each other again for three weeks. “Our schedules just didn’t align,” she said.

A second chance meeting, also through a friend of Mr. McCormick’s, this one from the National Guard, was less fleeting. Mr. McCormick, who is still a reserve member, joined the Guard in 2014. The friend, Anthony Thomas, was also studying at University of North Georgia while serving. He invited Ms. Curtin, Mr. McCormick and another friend to have breakfast with him at the campus dining hall in late September 2016.


As Mr. McCormick approached the table, Mr. Thomas went to introduce him to Ms. Curtin. “I was like, ‘We know each other,’” Mr. McCormick said. When the breakfast table conversation turned to Disney movies, a flip switched in the normally shy Ms. Curtin. “Skye is a huge Disney fan. I said that I had never seen the movie ‘Frozen,’ even though I really had, because I wanted an excuse for us to hang out again. I said, ‘We’ll have to watch it together.’”

He didn’t waste time. That afternoon, he screened the movie in their dorm’s common area.

“That was kind of the beginning of everything,” he said. “We ate dinner together that night, and then I just started saying that I hadn’t seen other Disney movies so I could watch them with her.”

By November, they had many Disney plots as well as each other’s schedules memorized; Mr. McCormick invited Ms. Curtin to meet his parents, Christine and Terry, in Jasper. “My dad is a 30-year Army vet and a 30-year police vet, and my mom is an Army wife, and they’re both tough as nails,” said Mr. McCormick, who has two brothers, one older and one younger, and an older sister. And though his parents are not easily charmed, he said, they liked her instantly. “She just lights up a room when she enters it. They noticed that right off.”


“I absolutely was that little girl who wanted a perfect Cinderella wedding,” said Ms. Curtin. “But when Austin proposed I knew we’d have to keep it modest. So our mind-set has been: We just want to get married.”CreditAudra Melton for The New York Times
Ms. Curtin’s bright spirits would need reviving a few months later. In February 2017, her father, Kennon Curtin, fell into a coma caused by respiratory acidosis, a lung condition. Ms. Curtin was home from college for the weekend, as she was most weekends, to teach a class of 2-to-4-year-olds at the nearby Woodstock School of Ballet.


“I was driving home, and I saw an ambulance ahead of me driving into my driveway,” she said. “I didn’t know what was going on.” Mr. Curtin was rushed to the hospital. The rest of the family, including Ms. Curtin’s mother, Jeanette, and her three younger siblings, entered crisis mode.

“Skye just kind of swooped in and took care of everybody,” said Mr. McCormick, who joined her. While Mrs. Curtin held vigil at the hospital, he and Skye stayed in Canton with her two brothers, Bryce, then 8, and Elijah, then 4, and her younger sister, Abby, then 14.

“I hadn’t known Skye that long, but I liked being there,” Mr. McCormick said. “Her little brothers really started to look up to me.”


Ms. Curtin, in the grips of worry about her father, started nurturing a potent combination of love and gratitude toward Mr. McCormick. “I was just so thankful to have found someone who pretty much dropped everything to take care of me and my family,” she said.


Guests sign and decorate Christmas ornaments at the wedding reception.CreditAudra Melton for The New York Times
Mrs. McCormick said her son, as a child, learned selflessness from his father.

“When my husband and I first got married, he was 25 and I was 21, and he had just gotten out of Desert Storm,” she said. “Terry was used to taking care of people. He passed that on to Austin. When we heard what was happening with Skye’s family, we kind of figured that’s how he’d respond.”

By the time Mr. Curtin emerged from his coma in March, the younger Mr. McCormick had become a fixture at the Curtin house. When he dropped out of University of North Georgia in 2017 to start a career as a firefighter, they supported him, just as he had supported them during the medical crisis.


“Austin’s got a good head on his shoulders,” Mrs. Curtin said. “When Skye first brought him home, he just kind of stepped up.”

And he already knew he was in love with her daughter.

“I like to say that within maybe a month of us watching ‘Frozen’ together I knew I wanted to marry Skye,” he said. Reservations about their ages never entered his mind. “It’s kind of a common theme in the military to marry young,” he said. “We know we’re ready.”

Ms. Curtin was just 18 on June 16, 2017 — the same age her mother was when she married — when Mr. McCormick proposed at an outdoor gazebo in downtown Canton. They were out strolling with friends from the university after dinner at Olive Garden when Mr. McCormick suggested they stop to take pictures.


The bride, who works four part-time jobs and attends college, has a playful moment during the reception. The groom is a firefighter.CreditAudra Melton for The New York Times

“I said I needed to do one special pose, and I got down on one knee and asked her to marry me,” Mr. McCormick said. He had bought a princess-cut three-stone ring shortly after Mr. Curtin was released from the hospital.

Through tears, Ms. Curtin said yes. “I went to hug him and he picked me up like something out of a movie,” she said. The rest of the summer was just as romantic: day trips to the beach, followed by nights holding hands through still more Disney films.

Fall would prove less enchanting. In November, Ms. Curtin’s mother, who had quit her job as a manager at the local Publix supermarket to spend more time with her still-recovering husband, had a stroke. The family, and Mr. McCormick, again raced to the hospital.

“It was a very emotional time,” Ms. Curtin said.

Ms. Curtin had by then decided to move out of the dorm and back home to help take care of her father, who remains disabled and unable to work, and younger siblings while commuting and hour to and from college. Mr. McCormick, who was hired by the Smyrna Fire Department in October, also moved into the Curtin house.


“We didn’t even really think about it, we just did it,” Ms. Curtin said. Just as automatically, she took on more work to help the family financially. In addition to teaching ballet, she spent weekends as a cashier at the Publix her mother had managed in Canton. She was also student teaching 24 hours a week at Riverview Elementary School in Dawsonville, Ga., as she was fulfilling her college graduation requirements, and commuting to classes another 15 hours.


A young guest dives into the wedding cake. Natalie Durham, a local wedding planner and the owner of Arranged to Eat, befriended the bride and soon learned of what Ms. Curtin’s family had gone through. Ms. Durham then worked to have the couple’s wedding essentially paid for by local vendors.CreditAudra Melton for The New York Times
Natalie Durham met Ms. Curtin at the Publix checkout line.

“Skye was just this sweet girl who had such positive energy, I would always go right to her register,” said Ms. Durham, the owner of Arranged to Eat, a local wedding planning business.

Just before Christmas last year, she noticed Ms. Curtin’s engagement ring. “Of course I asked when she was getting married, and I gave her my card and told her to call me,” Ms. Durham said.


Ms. Curtin started following Ms. Durham on Instagram. “I really loved her florals. The way she did things was exactly what I wanted,” she said. When Ms. Durham emptied her cart at Ms. Curtin’s register the next time, she again urged Ms. Curtin to call her for help with wedding planning. Ms. Curtin confided that she barely had money to pay for a bouquet, let alone a professional planner.

“That’s when I found out what a difficult time she had been having,” Ms. Durham said. Among other things, she learned the couple were marrying in December to take advantage of the Christmas floral arrangements the church would already have in place, thus saving a good amount of money.

Ms. Durham took to social media to drum up support for her favorite cashier’s dream wedding.

“My business partners, friends and even complete strangers donated services and money,” she said. By late summer, she estimated she had the makings of what would have been an $18,000 wedding, including what she called “heavy appetizers” for the reception provided by a fellow Publix associate, Phyllis Sterling Angle. The wedding was essentially paid for.


“What I love about Disney is how good always wins and love never fails,” the bride said. “That’s how this wedding feels.”CreditAudra Melton for The New York Times

This fall, Ms. Curtin picked up a fourth job, as an assistant to Ms. Durham. “I call her my ‘mom boss,’ because she’s so loving and every time we work together someone asks if we’re mother and daughter,” Ms. Curtin said. “Between the wedding and the job, she’s made me feel so blessed.”

On Dec. 1, at the Hickory Flat Church in Hickory Flat, Ga., Ms. Curtin and Mr. McCormick were married by the Rev. Matthew Nelson, a Methodist minister, and Preston Jones, Mr. McCormick’s youth minister at Jasper United Methodist Church. Ms. Curtin, in a white satin floor-length gown with tulle overlay and sequined top that her grandmother Janice Hargraves bought for her at David’s Bridal, walked arm in arm with her father to an altar strung with red bows.

The maid of honor, Abigail, and five bridesmaids, wore steel gray gowns; Mr. McCormick, in a tuxedo, stood with his best man, Trevor McKey, and five groomsmen in red bow ties and suspenders. Ms. Curtin’s mother, who has recovered from her stroke and has gone back to work at Publix, was in the front row.

“Some people spend a lifetime looking for what we have, but we get to spend a lifetime appreciating what we have,” Ms. Curtin said to her 160 guests.

“I hope, Skye, that every day I will be the best man I can for you,” Mr. McCormick said. After a prayer, Mr. Nelson pronounced them married.

Ms. Durham filled the church with fresh-cut greenery, pine cones and red roses for Christmas; a tree had been decorated by parishioners. “I wanted it to look like a winter wonderland,” she said. Which was fitting for a couple who found love after watching “Frozen.”

Ms. Curtin was reminded of the movie that brought them together as they made their way to the reception room.

“What I love about Disney is how good always wins and love never fails,” she said. “That’s how this wedding feels.”

And then she danced with her father as the song “Cinderella,” by Steven Curtis Chapman, filled the room.

Margaret Waage contributed reporting from Hickory Flat, Ga.


When Dec. 1, 2018

Where Hickory Flat Church, Hickory Flat, Ga.

Encore After the couple said their vows, while still at the altar, Mr. McCormick, who plays the guitar, debuted a song he wrote for his bride. “You’re truly an angel/Perfect for me,” it went, in part.

A Dream Deferred The couple is delaying their honeymoon to — where else? — Disney World until Ms. Curtin graduates from college. They said they will continue to live with her parents until they save enough to buy their own house.

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Don’t Quit

When things go

wrong as they

sometimes will,

When the road

you’re trudging

seems all up hill,

When the funds are

low and the debts

are high

And you want to

smile, but you

have to sigh,

When care is

pressing you down a bit,

Rest if you must,

but don’t you quit.

Life is strange with

its twists and turns

As every one of us

sometimes learns

And many a failure

comes about

When he might

have won had he stuck it out;

Don’t give up

though the pace

seems slow—

You may succeed

with another blow.

Success is failure

turned inside out—

The silver tint of

the clouds of doubt,

And you never can

tell just how close you are,

It may be near

when it seems so far;

So stick to the fight when you’re

hardest hit—

It’s when things seem worst that

you must not quit.

John Greenleaf Whittier

Your Best

Your Best

If you always try your best

Then you’ll never have to wonder

About what you could have done

If you’d summoned all your thunder.

And if your best
Was not as good

As you hoped it would be,

You still could say,
“I gave today

All that I had in me.”

~ Barbara Vance

Try, Try Again

Try, Try Again

’Tis a lesson you should heed,

If at first you don’t succeed,

Try, try again;

Then your courage should appear,

For if you will persevere,

You will conquer, never fear

Try, try again;

Once or twice, though you should fail,

If you would at last prevail,

Try, try again;

If we strive, ‘tis no disgrace

Though we do not win the race;

What should you do in the case?

Try, try again

If you find your task is hard,

Time will bring you your reward,

Try, try again

All that other folks can do,

Why, with patience, should not you?

Only keep this rule in view:

Try, try again.

by T. H. Palmer: “Teacher’s Manual”

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