The Drive

Once upon a time, in a time when things weren't as calm and certain as they are now I was having a bad day. I had a lot of bad days back then. A certain someone who has done a lot of things to hurt me had called me some horrible names and had his friends call me and call me horrible names. I was doing the best that I could, I had a brand new baby son and was overwhelmed. What should I have done? I was inconsolable. My son had brought me such happiness, but I was constantly badgered and hurt by these people who had no idea who I was or what I needed. I packed my baby up in the car and started driving. It seemed whenever I sincerely needed someone there was one person who was consistently there. So I drove to him. Even if he didn't say anything, I knew. I drove and cried and then I cried and drove. I eventually pulled over somewhere and just talked to him and cried some more. When I finally gathered myself we started driving home this song came on the radio and we both just stopped to listen to it, to actually hear it. And we found out who it was and so last night when I heard this band sing, it all came back to me. Just last week, I was working on our family scrapbook and came across a note he wrote me. That's what we did we wrote eachother when we weren't texting eachother or calling eachother or being with eachother. This note was written before Vincent was born and he was just a crazy kickin machine in mom's belly. He said "and I'm just really going to start saving up money so we can be together. I will do everything I can to support you and the baby." The baby didn't even have a name yet, but it doesn't matter. I look at what we have today and sometimes forget how hard I've had to work for it. How none of it really came easy. But all of those tearful nights and hard goodbyes are worth it to see him rock our baby to sleep and to think about our new little addition.
I was trying to be happy. People told me that my happiness didn't matter. But it absolutely did. Screw you if you didn't think I was worthy of being happy, because I am now. Happiness is described so many different ways. But to me, my happiness was my heart telling my head that everything was going to be ok.

-Cori Contreras
03/30/2007