How do you know when you've found a nice guy? It might not be any big gestures. But there are ways to tell. Author Christina Sinisi tells the story of how she found her nice guy, and it might not be what you expected. My parents’ marriage was anything but romantic, anything but a role model of what I wanted for myself, my future marriage. After watching their fights over the years, the harsh insults and gestures, I wanted myself a nice man. He could have crystal blue eyes, biceps I couldn’t reach my hand around, but none of that would matter. He had to be nice. But how does one know, really know, if someone is a good person? One guy that didn’t make the cut got furious when I got us lost in the city near my house that I should have known like the back of my hand, but I didn’t. I grew up on a farm, not in the city. When my cheap car broke down on the Blue Ridge Parkway, my future husband stayed calm and made friends with the rednecks who stopped to give us a lift. Another guy that didn’t make the cut drank a little too much. I knew what too much alcohol could do to a person and a relationship. My future husband grew out of that before I met him. He’d learned that getting sick wasn’t any fun and losing control wasn’t smart. But the time I knew he was the one occurred the first time he took me home to meet his parents. We met while attending separate colleges in Virginia. He’d grown up in Louisiana, but his parents moved to Connecticut when he was in middle school. The drive took all of one day, late into the night. I can’t remember what we did the next day, except maybe recover. I only know that we had been asked over to his older brother’s house for dinner. We got there and they only served pie. Now, for some people that might have been fine, but not for me. You see, I fainted for the first time in eighth grade in the cafeteria line when it took too long to get food. After that, I passed out in the Haunted House in Cypress Gardens on vacation and the library of Radford University on a school field trip. We didn’t go to the doctor in my family—twice in my whole childhood that I can remember—to get my shots to start school and to start college. So I was never diagnosed, but I knew I needed real food. Only thing was, I was too nervous to say anything in front of his family. By the time we got back to his parents’ house, I was seeing spots. My future husband microwaved leftovers and I ate, but it was too late. I excused myself, went up to my bedroom, and felt the need to lie down. I could not get up. My blood sugar had plummeted to the point I couldn’t even move. Kyle came up after a few minutes, wondering what had happened. I said something incoherent. He came and sat beside me, urged me to rest. In my groggy state, I insisted on getting up to brush my teeth. He sat on the floor by that bed for an hour, maybe hours, until I finally succumbed to sleep. I kept trying to get up, even though dizziness and vertigo battled for supremacy. He never left my side. Three years of courting, thirty-six years of marriage later and he is still by my side. He is a good man. I can’t think of any higher praise, or romantic moment. A member of American Christian Fiction Writers, Christina Sinisi writes stories about families, both the broken and blessed. Her works include a semi-finalist in the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award contest and the American Title IV Contest where she appeared in the top ten in the Romantic Times magazine. Her published books include Christmas Confusion, Sweet Summer, and the Christmas on Ocracoke. By day, she is a psychology professor and lives in the LowCountry of South Carolina with her husband, two children and her crazy cat Chessie Mae. Twitter: @ChristinaSinisi Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Christina-Sinisi-Author-105861987440664/?modal=admin_todo_tour Instagram: @csinisi123 Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/csinisi/ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/101218889-christina-sinisi Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/christina-sinisi Why They Call it Falling Formerly the wild child of three sisters, Emma Marano grew up to be a single mom working two jobs, estranged from her mother, and lying to her friends. She’d told everyone that her daughter's father wanted nothing to do with his child, but in reality, her own inability to deal with her mistakes and shame led to the biggest lie of her life. But her daughter, Haley, is all Emma has in the world, so how can she regret keeping Haley to herself? Emma’s struggling, though, and her life is slowly imploding. Right after high school, Justin Lee broke up with Emma Marano and joined the Army, leaving her and all her drama behind. Years later, he stumbles upon her and what turns out to be a daughter he never knew he had. Angry and confused, he insists on having a relationship with his daughter, but to do so, he’ll need to rebuild some sort of relationship with Emma, too. As he gets to know his daughter—and Emma again—he soon realizes that his biggest mistake was leaving her all those years ago. What he dismissed as drama turns out to be a serious mental health issue, and Emma needs help. Now, Justin has to decide if he can see past her flaws and forgive her lies, and together, they’ll have to work to reclaim their love and a faith in each other and in God, or they risk losing something precious in the process.
6 Comments
7/21/2022 07:41:56 am
Thank you for having me! Blessings to all, Christina
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Helen Marano
7/21/2022 08:39:17 am
A super story I hope lots of young girls read and learn you are a great story teller .
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Christina Sinisi
7/21/2022 08:54:41 am
Thank you, Helen! I appreciate you. :)
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Christina Sinisi
8/4/2022 01:17:45 pm
Thank you so much!
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Christina Sinisi
8/4/2022 01:17:24 pm
Thank you--I think so! :)
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