We all have people in our lives that we love and support. Our best friends get the best of us. We would do anything for them. We help them when they are in need. We encourage them onward. We act as a cheering squad. We compliment them. We are there on the good days and there on the bad days. We drop what we can in order to be with them when they need. We love them. But how do we often treat ourselves?
My fiancé, Juan, and I have been together for five long years. We were set up as mixed doubles partners in a local tournament in Baton Rouge and our relationship blossomed from there. We were part of a huge tennis community, where we would play everyday, and end the day drinking beers and eating burgers with all of our friends. We were living the life. Then, the real world hit us like a ton of bricks. We got pregnant, and our world was turned upside down.
We have a beautiful daughter, whom we both adore, but raising a child is stressful, and we didn’t have the time to play tennis as much. We both still played, but one played while the other stayed home to watch the baby. Soon, we were drifting apart; living separate lives, but under one roof. Then, I got a job offer in Houston. Two weeks later I moved with the baby, leaving Juan behind for a couple of months before he could join us.