It breaks what would be my heart

Yes, I know that I am not an emotional or caring person for the most part, but I am very saddened today. I was just on facebook (not entirely out of the ordinary), and I found out that a lovely woman from my ward, who moved a few years ago, is now getting a divorce from her husband. Why? He left her in October for his girlfriend! I was disgusted. Here is a couple who have been married for 11 years, had 3 children together (the third pregnancy causing the wife considerable difficulty), and then he just up and leaves. It sickens me. I was, needless to say, not impressed. I think if I were to ever see him again (he was a former YM leader in my ward), I would kick him in the nuts.

Marriage is of the utmost importance to me, which is why I say I never will get married. I am not one of the emotional maturity to support myself plus my spouce, so I have said it will probably never be so. I respect and admire people who have been married for years and years, working side by side to see things through. I have no tolerance for those that walk out on their husbands/wives for the sake of "newness" in another relationship. I'm sorry, but that's not what you promised each other, or God for that matter, when you were married. It's even more sickening when it is a couple married in the temple (LDS technobabble, sorry...). There are a lot of things said in that ceremony that are beautiful promises given. Why give those up? I don't really know some people's rationales, but I am not too certain I would want to hear them attempt to defend their choices. I just wouldn't.

I look to my wonderful parents and their parents as role models. My parents have been married for over 25 years (27 this June), and I am so proud of them. I'm sure that I and my almost-as-crazy siblings have been a difficult lot to handle, but they have done amazing things in their lives and I love them so much. Likewise, my grandparents are amazing. My dad's parents were married just over 60 years when my grandpa passed away. He (Pa, we called him) was married for a very brief time to someone when he was much younger, like fresh out of high school, but she left him. He and his wife (Meemah), were married in 1942, and stayed together through thick and thin until his passing in March of 2003. My mom's parents were also married in 1942, and they were married for over 50 years before my grandfather's passing (we called him Granddad) in January of 1996. They are incredible people, and even if they don't know it, they mean the world to me in how they taught me to behave as a person.

Though I am sure that every couple will have difficulties in life, there should never be a reason for such betrayal as leaving your spouse for the company of another man/woman. There just isn't. When you marry someone, you agree to be with him/her for as long as you live (or "for time and eternity" in the LDS church). No wedding that I am aware of has a statement such as "to have and to hold, until you find someone hotter [or richer, funnier, wittier, etc.]). There are things that are inexcusable, such as an abusive spouse (like my Great-Aunt Martha Raye's ex-husband) that necessitates termination of the marriage. Of course I would choose divorce over such an awful relationship. It's the ones that end because someone decides they wanna move on to someone else that makes me unhappy.

So, for Valentine's Day this year, remember why you are with the one you chose at the altar, church, hotel ballroom, wherever, and renew that promise you made in that ceremony. Those that have had their hearts broken by an unfaithful spouse, know that I am so sorry for you, and I wish you the best in moving forward to making a happy new life for yourselves. Those that are contemplating such a dastardly deed, STOP! Don't do it!! Please?!?!?!

Thanks for reading (like anyone actually *does*...). But, I felt like I had to put that out there.

Yep, Still Up at 3:20am!

So, what else do you do this time of night? Blog! What do you talk about? I have no earthly idea! Eh, so let's just talk fun stuff. I like music, a lot. I got an 8-disc set of much of Stravinsky's orchestral music/ballets/etc. It's beautiful. I love to listen to music a lot, and I love to play even more. That's why it makes me sad that I have not been feeling well lately. The first things to go when I am not well are class attendance and practice time. Yeah, both have been almost non-existant for over a week now. It hurts. Granted, when I am up this late at night, it stands to reason that I would not get up on time the next morning, but the thing is that I used to do this all the time freshman year and during high school before that. So, why can I not do that anymore? Well, part of the problem is that I take medication that always makes me tired, so no matter what time of day it is, I am tired. That is usually my stock answer for when people ask me how I am. Yep, cuz it's always true. I try and push past it as best I can, especially since I have been on these medications for over two years now; you'd think I'd be used to them. I try, really I do, but it just isn't adding up. This semester has been a wreck already, and we're only a month in. I just need a weekend to cool down and just not do anything, but then I get depressed from not doing anything, and then I get out of shape again and stop doing stuff i.e. go to class. So, it's a weird cycle that I never fully understand.

In other news, I am happy to report that my little sister is done with physical therapy! Since most of you have no idea what I'm talking about (assuming anyone is actually reading this), I will tell you. Back during the fall, she was playing with a neighbor boy and he was spinning her around in the front yard. Well, the boy proceeded to drop my sister...on her head. Well, her neck hurt really bad from that, and so she had to wear a brace and take nice pills. Well, as she went to the doctor a few weeks later, they determined that she had actually had a concussion, and that since they did not realize it the first time around, she had developed post-concussive syndrome, meaning her brain had been injured and needed to heal. So she was out of commission for two weeks. After that, in order to get her headaches and neckaches to go away, she went to physical therapy. I took her to a couple of her sessions while I was home for Christmas. But, talking to Mom the other day, I have since found out that she is done and back to her old self (yes, we'll call it a good thing). Yeah, she's a good kid.

Other than that, I am just sitting around gathering dust on my lazy ass, so I am going to go now. Maybe I'll go to bed...What a novel idea!!