It all started a little over three years ago. I was in my mid 20's, single, and loving it. I had a good job, great friends, and just had a blast. I had a habit of dating boys (yes boys, not men) who were just getting out of relationships. I had that sort of subconscious need to find boys that needed to be "fixed." I would be everything their ex wasn't. I would fill that void that was left in their heart and show them things she never could! I would take care of them, cook for them, do their laundry. I would let them live with me rent free while they worked at odd jobs making less money than me, and sit around and smoke pot in all of their free time. I think you get my drift....After a while of this I had made a vow to myself that I would NEVER allow myself to be in relationship like that again. I would be with a man who was "whole" and didn't need to be fixed. And then I met him....and everything would change, more than I could ever imagine.
I had known who he was since the 7th grade. He was your typical bad boy all through out junior high and high school. He smoked cigarettes, got in fights, and always had a new girlfriend. I was a cheerleader and a virgin with braces :) Needless to say we never made any sort of communication in school. He got into trouble and was sent away before graduation. I knew he had gotten his girlfriend pregnant shortly after he returned (we live in a small town). Several years later they married and that's all I ever really knew of him.
It was most definitely fate (and God) that brought us together. Incidentally we met through the brother of my ex boyfriend. He was still married and I didn't see him as anything other than the married friend of a friend. I couldn't help but notice that first night we officially met, that I always felt his eyes on me...but again he was married and it didn't matter to me, and was in fact a little awkward. After that night we went our separate ways. A few weeks later I received a text from saying he got my number from our mutual friend. Knowing his reputation from school and still being under the impression he was married I was FURIOUS. I was very short with him and basically said I didn't want a whole lot to do with him, I called up the friend and gave him a piece of my mind. His reply was, "he's getting divorced" to which my reply was "well he can talk to me when his divorce is final" thinking that would be a TOTAL repeat of everything I was trying to stay away from.
Well as fate would have it about two weeks later we ran into each other again...as terrible as it sounds at a bar. He saw me sit down and although he was talking to someone else he stared at me the entire time. He shortly walked over to me and started explaining that he didn't want me to think he was some cheating scum bag, and that he was getting a divorce. I immediately ripped his hand from his pocket and he exclaimed "what are you doing?!" I replied "checking to see if you are wearing your wedding ring" which he wasn't.
Let me just tell you that night was FULL of drama...some of which I don't need to get into. The one important detail is that when we drove from one bar to the next his soon to be ex wife had seen his truck and decided to follow us, which we were unaware of. My friend, him, and I got out of his truck and started walking in the bar when all of a sudden we hear "you f****ing asshole!" Which any soon to be ex wife would naturally be upset to see her soon to be ex husband walking into a bar with two females...but one other minor detail is that she had an affair. I should have known right then and there that this bitch was going to be nothing but drama...but it was only the beginning.
After that first night we were basically inseparable. Neither of us meant to fall in the love the way we did but it was clearly out of our control. It didn't happen over night, and in fact right before the divorce was final his ex wife made a final plea to try and get him to work things out. I was ready to bow out of the relationship gracefully at that point. If he was even considering working things out with his ex-wife, then I didn't want anything to do with him. I had told him we needed to talk and I was going over to his house that night to let him know....he then explained before I told him whatever I needed to, he wanted me to know he had no desire to work things out with ex wife. She had cheated and he could never look at her the same way again, he had thought it over because he had to consider keeping his family together (they had two small children together). He wanted me and that was the end. A bumpy beginning...I should have known that the road we were about to travel down would be full of nothing but treacherous potholes, an immense amount of detours and obstacles, consist of getting lost quite frequently.
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