Mr. February.

I've been pretty much dreading February since a couple weeks before Christmas. My aunt makes this calendar every year for the whole family and fills it with pictures of all the fun things we did the year before. Naturally, February was plastered with pictures of my junior prom (ring dance as we call it here at the beach), so the biggest picture is one of me and my date. A date whom I no longer talk to...so let's just say staring at his face for 29 whole days was not my idea of fun. The awkwardness of my current relationship with Mr. February and the mistakes of my ex relationship with him were not things that I wanted to be reminded of on a daily basis.

Today's the first day of February, and the day the calendar changed. As much as I've been dreading this I really a few awesome things:

1. February is actually an awesome month! It's short and it's the month that I hear back from U of FL...can't get better than that!

2. As much as Mr. February and my relationship hurt and sucked in the end, I learned a lot from it. Some how we had built up a huge amount of hatred for each other and decided to let it all out at the same time, not a fun idea. He kind of broke my heart, no, he did break my heart. He was the first guy that liked me and I actually liked back; however our differing morals posed a difficult scenario. For the longest time I felt so guilty about it all, but then I realized that this was a really awesome learning experience. I now know what I want in a guy, and I know that I want him to like me for me and respect the way that I live  my life - don't think that's too much to ask.

So to some of you who know me well this may sound really surprising but there's one last thing I have to say: Thanks Mr. February. Thank you for teaching me that stooping to someone else's level and abandoning my beliefs doesn't bring anyone happiness (:

xoxo,

Abby the Gator

P.S. His real name isn't actually Mr. February...that's just his new nickname in our house. Clever, huh?!