To be honest with you, all I want today is a day off. One day full of nothing but rest. Sure, a couple of massages would be great, a total makeover is recommended, some TLC is definitely needed. But as long as I don’t have to cook or clean, for a day, I’ll be happy.

Back then, at the age of 22, I was full of energy and my whole life was ahead of me. I arrived to Savannah, GA for the first time 17 years ago, and I remember to this day what the chef was wearing. Grey pants and grey shirt. Is it just me or it just sounds a bit too grey?! Today I am all into bold and bright colors, but back then it didn’t matter to me. I was only seeing the man underneath those clothes. My man.

The chef was living in Hilton Head Island, SC. I instantly fell in love with the place. The warm air, the green palm trees, the vast beaches…

As much as I enjoyed doing my own thing during the day and waiting for the chef to come home after work at night, I needed a job. If you are in a restaurant business you work long hours. I landed myself an easy job (http://www.redroof.com/) and started living the dream.

I’d often go to have dinner at the restaurant where my man worked (https://frankiebones.com/). We’d plan day trips on our days off and would generally fool around and have fun. I got to meet his family, too: his mother (a proud owner of a Corvette with a never ending supply of make up), mother’s boyfriend (younger than the chef and very much into motorcycles) and grandma (sweet old lady who used to have her restaurant business back in Michigan with her late husband). There were 2 brothers, one lived on the island and the other one out of state.

It all sounds like a dream, right? I was living with a hard working man who knew how to cook and always held my hand. A man who always answered: ‘Yeah, baby?’, whenever I called him: ‘Honey!’

However, signs of trouble started to pop up like flowers after the spring rain… There were rumors of sexual harassment back in Petoskey… There were whispers of drug use… There was money missing… There were trips in the middle of the night… Were these the signs of troublesome times to come? Yes. Was I ignoring them? Yes. To this day I am an expert of not seeing what I don’t really want to see.

A few months later we moved into his mom’s house. It made sense not to spend money on rent and help out with grandma, who was getting weaker by day. The house had 4 bedrooms and a pool inside! There sure was enough space for us all.

Just like that, I was living my life, having good times and successfully ignoring occasional bad times. Until one day I woke up with the diamond ring on my finger.