The basics: I’m 46-years old and live in Hampton, VA. That’s somewhere halfway between Virginia Beach and Williamsburg, in case you’ve never heard of Hampton, VA — NOT to be confused with “The Hamptons.” I have two sons, both adults, one still living at home trying to figure out what he wants to do. I raised them by myself. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but also the most rewarding with even more rewards on the horizon, I’m certain.
What are you awesome at? I’m currently in a WONDERFUL relationship. It took me 43 years of living and numerous mistakes to find the perfect man for me. I used to be awesome at making relationship mistakes. Now I’m awesome at being patient.
It was a long road that I took to become awesome at being patient. When I was little, I was ignored by my dad. He wanted a son, but instead he got me – a little girl who wanted to hang out with her dad. He got his wish when my brother was born. My relationship issues in life started when I was a young child desiring a relationship with a man who didn’t want one.
As I grew older, I was happy to be involved with whoever wanted to be with me for that reason only. My own desires became cloudy behind the need to be loved by a man.
One day, it hit me. I was about 32. I had a dream in which I was little and my dad was walking out the door. I rushed to grab his hand to go with him. He tossed my hand down, looked down at me, and walked out the door, shutting the door behind him. That dream changed my life.
Awesomeness in failed relationships turned into awesomeness in patience and calmness and the love of being by myself without needing a man.
By the way, my dad and I now have a wonderful relationship, and I have forgiven him. Hey, he’s a human being who makes mistakes too.
And I will eat my favorite cake to celebrate my awesome patience. My favorite cake is any cake that has a big glob of icing on it.
The margarita cupcake I’m eating in the photo does NOT have a big glob of frosting on it but it is still very good and very light. The recipe is at the Betty Crocker website. I made them for a Friday night game night with my boyfriend’s sister’s family. Friday night game night ruins my carefully constructed diet every week, but it’s so worth it to be with loved ones and laughing and having fun.
Unroast: I like the way my feet look. They have tan lines from my favorite pair of sandals, but that’s kind of sexy.
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Wow. Thank you, Kim.
This is a part of my cake eaters series. If you have a cake pic and a story to tell, send them to firstname.lastname@example.org.
Kate on August 3rd 2012 in cake eaters