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The Mermaid And The Gardener~ Introduction And Scale 1 { A True Love Story Never Ends}

Thursday, June 27, 2019
Well, I've gone and done it again! I'd like to just crumble into a ball and cry. I spent 6 hours writing the introduction, and the first chapter of my love story and it disappeared. I worked for an hour to try and retrieve it. I'll attempt to remember what I had written before, and hope to do it justice. 



INTRODUCTION

In my attempts to create great content on this here blog, I have always wanted to give my readers something to look forward to.


As I was thinking about what might shake up my weekly posts, I was reminded of what I most admire about blogs. When a blogger shares their story; I become invested in their life. Have you ever noticed that? I started thinking of all the blogs that I love reading, and there's a common denominator. They have all shared their stories, and I couldn't help but want to know more about them.


So, as I was mulling over ideas, I remembered how much my youtube subscribers loved my soul mate/twin flame videos. I have received over a half a million views on one video alone. I began thinking of how much folks enjoy a great story; especially, if it's a love story. I've never told my story in depth, which I had always planned to do, but time got away from me, and it fell to the wayside.


So, I thought, what better way to share something with my dear readers than a little book all about my love story with the gardener.


I will try to give you entertainment, laughter and cliff hangers. I'm no comedian, but I'll give it a go, none the less. And, as the British say, "thumbs crossed."


ONCE UPON A TIME IN A LITTLE TOWN WHERE MERMAIDS LIVE ~SCALE 1


I had to take an Uber, as it was 1 am in the morning. I had missed my first flight, and in an attempt to believe all things were working together for my good, the nice airline agent was able to find me another connection. Phewww... I thought, perhaps all of that law of attraction woo... hoo stuff did work, after all.

I had two black suitcases with bright blue bandanas knotted to each handle. That's always a great way of retrieving your belongings in luggage claim. All that I possessed were in those two suitcases. I knew this wasn't just a little reprieve; I was never going back home. No one else knew it, but me. I had planned and executed my escape. Inside the zippered pocket of my black suitcase, was my birth certificate, passport and marriage licence, {I knew I'd need it for when I did the inevitable, which was, to file for a divorce}.

I walked through the door, and my mother took my two suitcases, placing them in the guest room, where only a writer's desk sat, but no bed. "I've made up the couch for you since your brother has the only other available bed," said my mother. My little brother was living at home at that time, and he had lay claim to the other guest room.


My mother had prepared the couch with white sheets {it was linen, oatmeal in colour and quite new}; she didn't want it to get dirty. My blanket was an afghan, crocheted in Gator {blue and orange} colours, that belonged to my brother.


I was exhausted, mentally, physically and emotionally. I was leaving my old life behind, and no one was the wiser for it. My parents thought I had come for a much-needed visit, and to carry out my very first women's retreat workshop at Chinsegut Hill. That's what I had told them. I had to prepare myself mentally for what would be the endeavour of a lifetime; especially, once everyone 'caught wind' of what I was planning to do. I was going to create a whole new life for myself.


I was angry, bitter, 35 years of built-up resentment and I had something to prove. I was going to show everyone that I didn't need a man. No one would ever hold me down again. As far as I was concerned, I was done with men, for good! Sianora, and don't let the door hit you in the ass! Don't get me wrong, I love men like I love a lemon LaCroix, but I could honestly see why women married for money and took to having "arrangements." But, for me, I thought to myself, good riddance! If I never saw another man for the rest of my life; I'd be better off for it. I had been burnt like the blood red sun, and I had had it!


The first week, turned into the second week and I vacillated from sleeping on the couch to little walks around the neighbourhood. I cried myself to sleep, and for the first portion of my stay, I didn't let anyone knows what kind of pain I was actually in. I'd cry when no one was around. I listened to Abraham Hicks {law of attraction} videos at nausea. I had to gain my strength because I knew ALL SHIT, on this side of the Atlantic, was about to hit the fan.


My little brother was a comfort, he was good company, and kept me from my mired thoughts which were, "how in the tarnation I was going to make a living for myself?" I needed to save money, pay for a divorce and figure out a way of getting back to Carmel, California. I thought a short pitstop at my parents, would suit me fine, at least, until I was able to get my head on straight and come up with a strategy.


I'd spend evenings watching Gator's football games with my brother, ordering Luigi's pizza and needle him of his undying affections for the television show, "Golden Girls." I never much cared for that show, but he and my mother have an infinite love for it.

I was sad; concern turned towards my children. They were still in Oklahoma. My daughter was only 16, my oldest son had just returned home from his two-year mission, for the Mormon church, a week prior to my leaving for my parents, and my red-headed middle son was about to graduate from high school. My second eldest son was not as much of a worry; he had long been out on his own.


In 2013/2014, I was living in California, at the time, and I had become quite taken up with my youtube channel. In an attempt to get more subscribers, I held a contest. I remember seeing the name Jeffrey and slipping his name into the fishers net. I thought to myself, "I hope this guy wins" and thought no more of it. Well, you can clearly see in the video; that he won. To be quite honest, I had no idea who Jeffrey was. I only knew that we were friends personally, as we knew dozens of the same folks that had all attended the same School called Hernando High. I figured he was legit.

I don't know why, but I also recall getting butterflies whenever I would see "boy wonder" like or comment on one of my posts. At the time, I had a fan page only, because the year previously, I had decided to combine my personal and fan page accounts into one. So, when you do that, all of your personal friends become fans. I know, it's convoluted and,{to even call friends 'fans' sounds awful. I hate it as much as you do, trust me}.


I mailed the Starbucks gift card to Jeffrey, and went on with my life,{and apparently he did too}. I never much saw him on my feed anymore. Except for one time, months later, he sent me a message asking if I believed in soul mates/twin flames. I exclaimed in all caps, "WHY YES! I do believe in soul mates." He also wanted to know why I was only posting pictures without my face being shown, and I told him it was because I was feeling too conscious of so many selfies. He explained that " my fans probably want to see my face,{Yes, he really was the "only" fan wanting to see my face, but I didn't know that, at the time}. I know, call me gullible.


A year came and went. I was now living in Oklahoma.


A week before I had taken off for my parents, I received a message from Facebook messenger. It was Jeffrey, the guy who had won the Starbucks gift card, the year prior. He sent me a message wondering if I had indeed sent him a friend request. He had been getting a lot of requests, and he thought mine was a fake account. He said he didn't understand why he was receiving another request, as he was under the impression we were already friends. I had to explain to him that I was starting up a new personal account and was friend requesting many of my suggested mutual friends and he just so happened to be on one of the suggestions. He understood. There came those butterflies again. Who was this person with the green shirt and ball cap {that was his profile picture, and still is to this day}? Just like his description on Facebook, "He likes to keep it simple", that's for sure. He was mysterious. I became intrigued, so after he accepted my friendship, I began snooping around on his page. I came to the conclusion that he liked to cook, enjoyed funny cartoons, and liked the same feed on Instagram, called Spirit Science. I thought; hmmm... that's interesting. That meant he, too, liked the law of attraction.


I closed out his page and went about my business. I was still married, after all. I scolded myself. What are you doing, Raquel! You want to get away from men! Furthermore, I had plans to get back to Carmel, California. I had my whole new life planned out, and there was no room for a man, and that was as sure as the freckles on my knee caps. 


4 comments :

  1. I LOVE THIS! Both your story, and your reminder for me myself to include my own story when I do my blog instead of keeping it all “professional.”

    You gotta figure out a workflow where you don’t lose data! It’s so precious.

    This could also be the start of a memoir, by the way… “A mermaid who swears to forever disown walking men gets swept up by a soulmate she never saw coming.” Or something such. :)

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    1. Thank you dear Timm. It's so good to see you. Indeed, always write your story.

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  2. Oh how fun! I just popped down off my painting ladder for a coffee break, but the laundry room primer can wait :). Such a treat to have a real-life love story to read.

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    1. Kimberly, You are so kind. Thank you doll. I just love writing so much, and I am so happy you enjoyed it.

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