The Story of Us

January 13, 2008

Today I planned to write to you, “The Story of Us”.  It was going to be an informative look on how hubs and I have been married for nearly a decade but only knew each other for less than three months before we married.  Okay, maybe 2 months.  I was going to share with you how I had told him that I would never ever be engaged again in my life.  And he basically said, “Fine.  We’ll skip the engagement.” 

At some point I had come to the realization that Illinois was a complete and total loss for me.  It was a difficult decision to come to really — but not so much. 

We barely knew each other but he constantly stalked me.  He went with only 2-3 hours of sleep a day just so he could make time to come pester me.  So I didn’t have the heart to tell him that the ‘visit’ I was going on was actually a chance for me to get my old job and apartment back (over 500 miles away).  He might’ve picked up on that though and he simply stated, “I’m going with you.”  I said, “You can’t.  You have school.  You have work.”  I didn’t want him to go with me and meet my family!  We barely knew eachother.  Who did he think he was?!

Long story short — he knew if he was going to sucker me into marrying him that he’d have to win my dad over first.  This was his shot to impress the fam — and that he did.  Most days I think my family would pick him over me.

Once we made it back to dreary Illinois he demanded me to marry him.  He already had my father’s permission.  The exact words of his proposal were, “Marry me!”  I reminded him of my vow to never be engaged to marriage again.  He said, “No problem.” 

He had also promised me that as soon as he finished college, we would move to Georgia and start a family.

Within a week of the so-called proposal, we were married.  That was that.  We had one mutual friend at the so-called ‘wedding’.  Good ole’ Heath.  No honeymoon.  No family.  No friends.  We just did it.  Nike.

After we were hitched, we went and ate.  We ran into an old man at the restaurant that hubs had known since a child.  The old man stated that if he would’ve just been married then the restaurant would be the last place he’d want to be.  So after Heath (the mutual friend) finished his third helping, we all left and went home.  My new husband took a nap.  (Foreshadowing at it’s finest.)

For several years — our biggest argument was over a cheesestick.  We still refer back to that cold, cold day with memories of misery.  That day was the beginning of the end.  It deserves it’s own post.

For several years — people were surprised to find us so still together and faithful to one another.  You heard the story — aren’t you surprised to find us still together? 

I’m sometimes embarrassed to share the story because it is not something I’d advise anyone to do.  But it is what it is and that’s what it was.  Either we were heartbroken, tired, naive and lonely when we met eachother or we were ‘soulmates’.  Some say we were merely surviving.  Some say we were meant to be.  You decide.

 Well I guess this post did end up being somewhat, “The Story of Us”.  Eh?  Actually I had planned to tell you about church today.  Sorry for the confusion.  Maybe I’ll have time to post again, later today.  Church topic was baptism.


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