After much thought, I’ve decided. I’m going to write a memoir about The Hubs and I.
I’ve been debating this for a while, for many reasons. On one hand, I love to write. It clears my head, frees my thoughts, and feels natural. I’ve been encouraged that my words are well written and worth sharing. Even The Hubs himself used to say, quite often actually, that I needed to write our story
and turn it into a Lifetime movie. :P And even more so now, I know he would want me to. On the other hand, I know many people who are writing or have written memoirs and I don’t want to be a copycat. And I have someone very close to me who is an author and I don’t want to encroach on her area of obvious passion and talent.
Plus, there are the other usual struggles. Of course I am more than willing to tell the world about our high points, but how do you feel comfortable sharing the lows? The shadowy moments, secrets, and things other people might not want to know about? I can’t tell our true story without telling all and just like anyone else, that includes a few truths that would reveal both of us in not-the-best light. I’m afraid of tarnishing his and our reputations, of making us look less than ideal. But at the same time, those few moments are ones that helped make us into what we were. And the plentiful good moments…well, those are pure gold and need to be told.
So after months of debating with myself about these things, I’ve finally decided to do it. I’m going to commit myself to writing down our history, our story, however long it may take. Our love story was perfectly imperfect, but it was real, and it was true, and it was divine. Something truly worth recording forever. And while I may not be the best writer, I’m the chosen one for this story. I only hope I can do it justice.