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Alright! Where did I leave off? Right, so we were living the good life, exploring California and I was making friends! Though our first year was full of trials and tribulations, we survived it, and in the end I think it made us so much stronger. Then, as we got into the second year, things started taking a weird twist.
My Ex-Husband was becoming less interested in doing activities. One of the guys in his shop played this game World of Warcraft (here on out referred to as WoW) and had a blast playing it. My Ex-Husband wanted to try it out so he bought it and was pretty interested in it. At first I really didn't mind, I had my BFF and other people to hang out with, so while he was playing that I was able to keep myself occupied doing other things. And in March of 2006 my sister flew out to Cali and we all went to Vegas! It was really fun, except I could tell that something was weird with My Ex-Husband. Come to find out later it was that he was basically having withdrawals from not playing WoW. I'd say late March/early April was when I really started seeing a change in him. He became very withdrawn, never wanted to hang with our friends on the weekends, never wanted to go to LA or San Diego, nothing. All he wanted to do was sit his ass in front of the computer and play WoW. Like I said, at first it didn't bother me, but a person can only take so much neglect. So when it got to the point where when he came home from work he'd instantly sit at the computer, BDU's and combat boots still on, I knew this was going to be a bad thing. He would ask me to serve him dinner at the computer, he'd stay up until the wee hours of the morning playing, even though he had to be up early for work the next day. That was his life now. I guess because it's a fantasy world and it was more interesting than the real world. There was this feature on the game where you could "chat" with the people on your team or whatever through a microphone. So he got a headset that had a mic and headphones on it. I can't tell you how many times I'd be watching tv ALONE and he'd saying something so I'd say "what babe?" and he'd point to the mic on his headset. Oh...I should've known you weren't talking to me.
This went on for months, it got so tiring for me to watch TV alone and be rejected when I wanted to have sex with him because he was "in the middle of a raid, just 10 more minutes" that I'd just hang out with my BFF all the time. Which, of course, then he blamed me that I was hanging out with her too much and I was becoming different. Uhhh...no, I'm just distancing myself from you because you'd rather fuck around on the computer than be a husband to your wife. By the time July rolled around we were really bad. We'd just moved into a newer house on base because ours were old and being torn down, and we were barely speaking...and obviously having no sex. Right before we'd moved out of the house I told him I wasn't happy, we got into a huge fight at one point and he locked me in the bathroom with him so my BFF's husband couldn't come pick me up and take me away. Then a few days later he came home from work and suggested we have a baby. Oh, ok! Because that will solve all of our problems, having another person for you to neglect, and leave me to be a single mother. I'm ok, thanks.
I decided to take a vaca to visit a friend, but when my BFF went to take me to the airport, the ONE road to the airport (literally one road to get to this airport) was shut down because a tanker had turned over. So, instead of a vaca away from Cali I just stayed at my BFF's house. We got away for a few days and visited her dad's house in San Louis Obispo, which actually excited me because to get there you have to take the road that James Dean was driving on when he died. I'm am in love with James Dean. I digress. My Ex-Husband found out that I wasn't actually out of town (he called the airline because I wouldn't tell him where I was going) and told me I needed to help him clean out our old house so it would pass inspection. I decided to just do it, I wasn't trying to be ugly. He picked me up and we headed over there, on the way I asked him if he could please take that game off the computer, he said yes. I was excited, but I felt it was too good to be true, so I asked if he was serious and he said "hah, no." Really nice, right?! That's how much I apparently meant to him. He chose a computer game over his own wife, the woman he swore he'd love forever. I couldn't take it anymore, it was just too much. Does anyone know what it's like to have a game picked over you? How it feels to be an actual living, breathing human being and a stupid $50 GAME somehow seems better than you? Well, it doesn't feel good. I know people are probably thinking that it's easy to control that, that I should've told him he couldn't keep his subscription (you have to pay a monthly fee), but he made his own money and as much as I pushed him to delete it, he obviously didn't want to. I really don't know how I could've forced him to stop.
We filed for divorce just short of our 2 year anniversary. And in the state of CA it takes 6 months and a day from the day that you file for it to be finalized. We went through a legal service to take care of all the headache of it and in March 2007 we were officially divorced. I make that sound so easy. It wasn't. I had to deal with so much fuss from him the whole time until it was final. He harassed me all the time, calling me a whore, saying I cheated on him. Ohhhh ok, so now it's all MY fault?! Ridiculous. He actually told his parents that, so they basically never wanted to have anything to do with me. I actually kinda feel like that hurt more than breaking it off with him because his parents were always such a positive part of my life and they weren't the ones who did me wrong. To this day he tells people that he thinks I cheated on him. Awful. I realize he had to make something up to make him not look like the piece of shit who ruined our marriage, but come on! You couldn't come up with something else? That's a little dramatic.
So, that's the shortened version of my short lived marriage! The funny thing is that we actually became civil with each other about 2 years ago and things seemed to be looking up for a bit. He toyed with the idea of us getting back together...I won't lie, I considered it once he brought it up. He even sent me flowers and a teddy bear for V-Day last year and I sent him a card...but then he goes back to being his childish self and I realize that I can't stand to deal with a child.
Next relationship we'll discuss is The Rebound.
xoxo,
Me
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Tuesday, April 19, 2011
My Ex-Husband (part 3).
The two weeks back in Ohio were absolute hell. My parents acted like I was doing this to get back at them. For what, I don't know, but it was all about them. Lame. They ended up taking away my laptop since I wasn't going to be in college anymore, and my cell phone since I wasn't going to be theirs anymore. So, I went to work and gave my two weeks and worked my little butt off as much as I could before time was up. I hadn't told many of my friends, I usually keep big things like that on the mum until it explodes from all sides. So I bid adieu to the ones I had told and to my (now) in-laws, then packed up as much stuff as I could into my duffel bag, my parents ended up sending the rest out in boxes. My Ex-Husband had managed to score us an apartment while I was away and knew some people who were getting rid of a couch that had a pull-out bed in it, good thing since we had NOTHING. So, after the hellish two weeks my parents dropped me off at the airport and cried because of how much they were going to miss me. Funny isn't it? First they were so pissed at me and now they're crying...the truth always comes out!
Being that I barely knew/had seen My Ex-Husband before we got hitched, being gone from him for two weeks and coming back was nerve racking. I literally had butterflies in my stomach, not because I was excited, but because I was so nervous!! When we had spoken he had mentioned that he had always wanted his wife to be able to just be a homemaker. That was cool with me, we only had the one car and he had a 20+ drive to base every morning, so it made sense. Luckily since he was married we got money to pay for our rent and utilities, though it proved to not be enough on top of the money for gas and groceries and all the other things we needed. I always loved my in-laws, which I'll probably mention frequently, and I was so surprised when they ended up getting us a $1,000 gift card for the BX (Base Exchange - pretty much like a Target or Wal-Mart, except on base, you pay no tax and everything is generally cheaper) so we could buy things for the apartment!! How nice was that?! Luckily we were able to score a king-size bed for only $600! Freak yeah, no more sleeping on the pull-out bed! Then we got some essentials: garbage can, computer desk, kitchen stuff, pots, pans, etc. And then, when I thought they couldn't get better, his parents even bought us a kitchen table! Coming from two relationships where theparents mom's didn't like me, this was completely foreign to me! I swear, I called his parents far more than I did my own family. They asked me to call them mom and dad, I mean, this was what marriage was supposed to be, this was what in-laws were supposed to be like! I was living in a perfect world.
Well, the perfect world didn't last too long. We were getting into fights about money because his account was constantly going into the negative and the money I'd saved up and brought with me wasn't getting us anywhere since we'd already blown it on stuff we needed. So after a huge fight that had me walking around the city and him driving around trying to find me, we decided that I needed to get a job. It had to be somewhere within walking distance since we only had the one car and he worked from 3pm-midnight, it also had to be daytime hours because I'm not walking home at 9pm! I applied at a couple places in the area and ended up getting hired on at Subway. It wasn't the best job in the world, but I needed something, so I took it! Luckily I ended up getting pretty good hours and even though I was only making $6.25/hr I was making decent paychecks because I was working my ass off there. I ended up getting a $.50 raise relatively soon after working there and was pretty stoked because I was glad they noticed how hard I was working. I had only been there a couple months when my manager ended up training me how to do some of the manager stuff; ordering food, doing paperwork, closing, opening, etc., because she was going on vacation. It's funny, I've often had jobs where bosses haven't been able to take vacation until I start working there. It's nice being reliable! :) I digress. We got lucky and ended up getting a house on base 6 months into our marriage. For those who aren't familiar with how the military world works, if you get base housing you don't have to pay for anything except your extras, like cable, internet and phone. No rent, no utilities, it's pretty damn nice! Even though we were going to be living on base I kept my off-base job for awhile. I did end up transferring to a Subway on base after some time. Luckily the owner for the off-base one was the same owner for the two on-base. I worked at both of the Subways on base actually. After a few months being on base I ended up getting promoted to General Manager and rocked at it, if I do say so myself!
All the while, My Ex-Husband and I were getting along really well, and finally making decent money in the household! We went to Vegas at one point to visit my father-in-law because he was there for business. One night we were out to dinner and he said he had to go get his co-worker and that he'd be joining us for dinner. Next thing I know someone is hugging me and it was my mother-in-law!! I cried I was so excited! See how much I loved these people?! It was unreal. It was the exact relationship I'd always hoped I'd have with my in-laws. We did some exploring around Vegas (we were both under 21 still) and had a good time with his family. We also did random small adventures like Universal Studios and Sea World San Diego, just enjoying each other and our time together. We ended up getting a dog, Sydney, and she was the cutest little thing ever! I love that dog. Unfortunately right now she is with My Ex-Husband in Germany where he's currently stationed, which makes me sad. Anyway, things were going really well and I'd made a few friends, though not many, and life was fucking GOOD. I was ridiculously happy, it was probably nauseating for other people. Actually I know it was, people would mention that when we'd hang out in couples, and they'd also question how he managed to land someone like me, haha.
After living there for about a year and after blogging quite regularly on Xanga, I had met a gal on there that also lived on base, her husband was a Marine. We'd talked about hanging out a couple times but nothing really came of it, then one day she was going to be having a luncheon with some other Marine wives because their husbands were coming back from a deployment the next day. I decided to stop by to finally meet her and hang out for awhile. At one point her daughter, about 2 at the time, had a handful of crumbs from potato chips and handed them to me so I tossed them into my mouth, and that's when she says she knew I could hang and she could see us hanging out again. That was the day I met My BFF. We didn't really hang out that much at first, but after a little while we did. We really started hanging out more frequently when things started going downhill with me and My Ex-Husband.
To be continued...
xoxo,
Me
Being that I barely knew/had seen My Ex-Husband before we got hitched, being gone from him for two weeks and coming back was nerve racking. I literally had butterflies in my stomach, not because I was excited, but because I was so nervous!! When we had spoken he had mentioned that he had always wanted his wife to be able to just be a homemaker. That was cool with me, we only had the one car and he had a 20+ drive to base every morning, so it made sense. Luckily since he was married we got money to pay for our rent and utilities, though it proved to not be enough on top of the money for gas and groceries and all the other things we needed. I always loved my in-laws, which I'll probably mention frequently, and I was so surprised when they ended up getting us a $1,000 gift card for the BX (Base Exchange - pretty much like a Target or Wal-Mart, except on base, you pay no tax and everything is generally cheaper) so we could buy things for the apartment!! How nice was that?! Luckily we were able to score a king-size bed for only $600! Freak yeah, no more sleeping on the pull-out bed! Then we got some essentials: garbage can, computer desk, kitchen stuff, pots, pans, etc. And then, when I thought they couldn't get better, his parents even bought us a kitchen table! Coming from two relationships where the
Well, the perfect world didn't last too long. We were getting into fights about money because his account was constantly going into the negative and the money I'd saved up and brought with me wasn't getting us anywhere since we'd already blown it on stuff we needed. So after a huge fight that had me walking around the city and him driving around trying to find me, we decided that I needed to get a job. It had to be somewhere within walking distance since we only had the one car and he worked from 3pm-midnight, it also had to be daytime hours because I'm not walking home at 9pm! I applied at a couple places in the area and ended up getting hired on at Subway. It wasn't the best job in the world, but I needed something, so I took it! Luckily I ended up getting pretty good hours and even though I was only making $6.25/hr I was making decent paychecks because I was working my ass off there. I ended up getting a $.50 raise relatively soon after working there and was pretty stoked because I was glad they noticed how hard I was working. I had only been there a couple months when my manager ended up training me how to do some of the manager stuff; ordering food, doing paperwork, closing, opening, etc., because she was going on vacation. It's funny, I've often had jobs where bosses haven't been able to take vacation until I start working there. It's nice being reliable! :) I digress. We got lucky and ended up getting a house on base 6 months into our marriage. For those who aren't familiar with how the military world works, if you get base housing you don't have to pay for anything except your extras, like cable, internet and phone. No rent, no utilities, it's pretty damn nice! Even though we were going to be living on base I kept my off-base job for awhile. I did end up transferring to a Subway on base after some time. Luckily the owner for the off-base one was the same owner for the two on-base. I worked at both of the Subways on base actually. After a few months being on base I ended up getting promoted to General Manager and rocked at it, if I do say so myself!
All the while, My Ex-Husband and I were getting along really well, and finally making decent money in the household! We went to Vegas at one point to visit my father-in-law because he was there for business. One night we were out to dinner and he said he had to go get his co-worker and that he'd be joining us for dinner. Next thing I know someone is hugging me and it was my mother-in-law!! I cried I was so excited! See how much I loved these people?! It was unreal. It was the exact relationship I'd always hoped I'd have with my in-laws. We did some exploring around Vegas (we were both under 21 still) and had a good time with his family. We also did random small adventures like Universal Studios and Sea World San Diego, just enjoying each other and our time together. We ended up getting a dog, Sydney, and she was the cutest little thing ever! I love that dog. Unfortunately right now she is with My Ex-Husband in Germany where he's currently stationed, which makes me sad. Anyway, things were going really well and I'd made a few friends, though not many, and life was fucking GOOD. I was ridiculously happy, it was probably nauseating for other people. Actually I know it was, people would mention that when we'd hang out in couples, and they'd also question how he managed to land someone like me, haha.
After living there for about a year and after blogging quite regularly on Xanga, I had met a gal on there that also lived on base, her husband was a Marine. We'd talked about hanging out a couple times but nothing really came of it, then one day she was going to be having a luncheon with some other Marine wives because their husbands were coming back from a deployment the next day. I decided to stop by to finally meet her and hang out for awhile. At one point her daughter, about 2 at the time, had a handful of crumbs from potato chips and handed them to me so I tossed them into my mouth, and that's when she says she knew I could hang and she could see us hanging out again. That was the day I met My BFF. We didn't really hang out that much at first, but after a little while we did. We really started hanging out more frequently when things started going downhill with me and My Ex-Husband.
To be continued...
xoxo,
Me
Sunday, April 17, 2011
The Ex-Husband (part 2).
Unfortunately My Ex-Husband couldn't take much leave (days off) while I was there, so I was glad I'd joined that Yahoo group! I met up with a couple ladies I knew from there and that kept me only partially busy. The rest of the time I was in his barracks room just sitting around waiting for him to come back on lunch and after work. But, luckily, he was able to get a few days off! Mainly, if I'm being completely honest, because we had planned on eloping before I even got to California. I wanted to get away from Ohio, I wanted to be able to be with him always and he wanted the same thing. Not to mention, I was still in the thinking that if I couldn't make it work with My First Love who could I make it work with, and figured that since this man loved me and wanted to marry that I should snatch him up while I still had the chance. I was 20, I was young, I was thinking about the present instead of the rest of my life. Not that I regret it, I don't regret getting married at all, I don't like living life with regrets. I learned from it, as you'll see.
We went to the mall one day at started looking at wedding rings. We came across a set from Fred Meyer Jewelers that was only $300 for my engagement ring, wedding band and his wedding band! It was simple, cute and small...but it was perfect. I have never been the type to want a huge rock on my finger. It looks almost exactly like that picture, except the diamond on my engagement ring wasn't even that big. But, like I said, wasn't a big deal to me, I loved my rings! We had to get them sized, so it took a few days for that. We got them back a couple days before the big day. After we picked them up and went back to base, I was sitting in his computer chair, looking something up online, and all of a sudden he comes next to me and is telling me how much he loves me and how he wants to spend the rest of his life with me, and he officially proposed! I was pretty excited about that, because even though we knew we were going to get married, he still took the time to propose, on one knee and all. I was bawling.
Of course I didn't know anybody out in California, so he had to ask a guy he worked with and his wife to be our witnesses and luckily this guy was the sweetest guy and took off work so they could come do that for us. I was super nervous on the way there, the whole time during and afterward. Mostly because I didn't know if I should be doing this, but I'd already gotten myself into it, so what could I do now? Also because my parents didn't know and I knew they were going to freak the fuck out. We had the guy's wife take some pictures for us, but it was on a disposable camera and I was new to flying so I didn't know you shouldn't put film through the x-ray machine. Idiot. So the only picture that even turned out decently was the one of us outside of the courthouse...in which the guy's wife had her finger covering the lense. Ugh. Afterward we pulled up to the guy and his wife's car to see where we should eat to celebrate our big day, when My Ex-Husband put the car window down, it completely fell off track. Wouldn't wind back up, the motor for the automatic window was shot. Great.
After getting back to base and up to his barracks room, I think I must've written something on my AIM status message about getting married because boy oh boy did my parents call REAL quick and bitch me out like it was nobody's business. I'm the type of person who gets really nervous and anxious when someone is mad at them, so even though I knew this was going to happen, I still did it, and when it came time to pay the price on that, I was sick about it. Not to mention I had to go home for two weeks so I could pack up my shit and fly back out to Cali since I was going to have to live there now. With my husband. So they yelled at me for awhile about why we did that, why we didn't tell them, why he didn't ask my dad for his permission. Come on, like he would've said "yeah, go ahead and marry my daughter after 5 1/2 months," I don't think so. Plus, I was an adult, I didn't need their permission! Or so I thought, they felt otherwise. His parents, on the other hand, couldn't have been more thrilled! They loved me! Before I had gone out to visit him, I would go to his parent's house to visit with them and his sister's just for shits and giggles. His family was already more of a family to me than my own, as I'm not very close with mine in the first place. I mean, his sister even called me before I came out one day because she thought she might be knocked up and asked if I could pick her up a pregnancy test. She was getting ready to go to MEPS (that's where they do a medical exam) in a couple days, before heading to basic training for the Air Force and they test you there anyway, so she kinda wanted to be prepared beforehand. Not to mention his parents ended up getting married after about 3 months of dating, so they more understood what we were going through than my parents.
To be continued...
xoxo,
Me
Of course I didn't know anybody out in California, so he had to ask a guy he worked with and his wife to be our witnesses and luckily this guy was the sweetest guy and took off work so they could come do that for us. I was super nervous on the way there, the whole time during and afterward. Mostly because I didn't know if I should be doing this, but I'd already gotten myself into it, so what could I do now? Also because my parents didn't know and I knew they were going to freak the fuck out. We had the guy's wife take some pictures for us, but it was on a disposable camera and I was new to flying so I didn't know you shouldn't put film through the x-ray machine. Idiot. So the only picture that even turned out decently was the one of us outside of the courthouse...in which the guy's wife had her finger covering the lense. Ugh. Afterward we pulled up to the guy and his wife's car to see where we should eat to celebrate our big day, when My Ex-Husband put the car window down, it completely fell off track. Wouldn't wind back up, the motor for the automatic window was shot. Great.
After getting back to base and up to his barracks room, I think I must've written something on my AIM status message about getting married because boy oh boy did my parents call REAL quick and bitch me out like it was nobody's business. I'm the type of person who gets really nervous and anxious when someone is mad at them, so even though I knew this was going to happen, I still did it, and when it came time to pay the price on that, I was sick about it. Not to mention I had to go home for two weeks so I could pack up my shit and fly back out to Cali since I was going to have to live there now. With my husband. So they yelled at me for awhile about why we did that, why we didn't tell them, why he didn't ask my dad for his permission. Come on, like he would've said "yeah, go ahead and marry my daughter after 5 1/2 months," I don't think so. Plus, I was an adult, I didn't need their permission! Or so I thought, they felt otherwise. His parents, on the other hand, couldn't have been more thrilled! They loved me! Before I had gone out to visit him, I would go to his parent's house to visit with them and his sister's just for shits and giggles. His family was already more of a family to me than my own, as I'm not very close with mine in the first place. I mean, his sister even called me before I came out one day because she thought she might be knocked up and asked if I could pick her up a pregnancy test. She was getting ready to go to MEPS (that's where they do a medical exam) in a couple days, before heading to basic training for the Air Force and they test you there anyway, so she kinda wanted to be prepared beforehand. Not to mention his parents ended up getting married after about 3 months of dating, so they more understood what we were going through than my parents.
To be continued...
xoxo,
Me
Saturday, April 16, 2011
The Ex-Husband (part 1).
Ok, I've finally got some time to sit down and actually write a beginning to this ex-husband story so you aren't totally in the dark. Just kind of .
So you'll probably recall I said that the breakup with My First Love was mutual and that it truly was a hard time for me. Well, that's completely truthful, however even though I was strong to other people it had made me feel really bad about myself. Like, I couldn't make it happen with him after that long, how could I make it happen with anybody else?! I was at quite a low point. A couple months after the breakup I met My Ex-Husband through one of my college roommates. They had worked together in high school and had remained good friends. Well, sometimes for fun I'd talk to some of her friends on AIM, he happened to be one of those friends! At first it really was just friendly and then it got flirty. Then we were talking all the time and he was calling me on my birthday (just so you can keep up, it was my 20th birthday). I should probably mention that at this time he was enlisted in the USAF (United States Air Force) and was living all the way across the country in California. Moving on...so things with us progressed pretty quickly. Probably because the thought of being single to me was absolutely awful. I'd rather have a boyfriend 3,500 miles away than be completely alone. Did I also mention we'd never met before? Well, with him living in Cali it was kind of hard to have actually met face to face. So, on a whim we decided to start dating anyway. We'd talk all night long, well all night for me since I was 3 hours ahead of him, and he was exactly what I thought I wanted at this fragile part of my life. He was very attentive, was madly in love with me very shortly after we started dating and had even sent me flowers out of nowhere one day when I was getting a lot of shit from my roomies for dating him.
Luckily his sister was graduating from high school a couple months after we began dating and he decided to come home for it so he could see her graduate...and mainly so he could finally meet me, the girlfriend without a face. Just kidding about that part, we'd seen pictures of each other and had had web cam chats a few times. He wasn't exactly what I thought I'd be looking for in the looks department, but I can honestly say that it didn't bother me at all. I went from a boyfriend who was 5'11" and maybe 150 lbs, to one who was 5'8"ish and 205 lbs. Pretty big difference. Anyway, that's neither here nor there. I loved him. Funny thing was that I had spoken to his family a couple times on the phone and on MSN messenger and his mom and I had planned that I'd surprise him at the airport when she picked him up! So, technically I met his mom before I met him. Ugh, I'm a freak. Anyway, he really was surprised, he had no idea! And I was so elated, to be able to hug him and look at him, it was amazing. I couldn't have been happier. I ended up staying the night at his parents and we had our first kiss and romp session that night. Only to be embarrassed the next day when we were driving around with his sister and she said she could heard the bed squeaking. I was mortified! But his family was very welcoming of me and we got along right off the bat. He was awesome too, he would always do small, random things for me. He had his sister go pick up one of my favorite movies for him so I could have it, which was so cute to me. When he had to leave I thought I was going to die. I drove him to the airport and bawled when I had to say goodbye, the whole way home and even when I got home.
I liked that when we did get into a fight and I'd hang up on him, he'd actually call me back (probably about 30 times) until I answered and was ready to talk to him. And he even sent me flowers randomly for our 4 monthiversary. I really liked that because you definitely don't expect that! I was so excited when he said he wanted me to come out for 2 weeks to visit him! He paid for my ticket since I had a shitty job at a pizza place that paid $5.50/hr. I wasn't going much of anywhere on that kinda money. I was super stoked to see him but I was always thrilled because I'd never been to California before! I had joined this Yahoo group of women that lived on the base, mainly wives and some girlfriends. So while he was at work I'd have someone to possibly hang out with. I'll never forget driving away from LAX, I stared at the palm trees with my mouth gaping open. What a tourist.
By this time we'd only been together 5 1/2 months, but we were so madly in love, it was truly intense! So, the Monday before I left...we decided to elope. And we did just that.
To be continued...
xoxo,
Me
So you'll probably recall I said that the breakup with My First Love was mutual and that it truly was a hard time for me. Well, that's completely truthful, however even though I was strong to other people it had made me feel really bad about myself. Like, I couldn't make it happen with him after that long, how could I make it happen with anybody else?! I was at quite a low point. A couple months after the breakup I met My Ex-Husband through one of my college roommates. They had worked together in high school and had remained good friends. Well, sometimes for fun I'd talk to some of her friends on AIM, he happened to be one of those friends! At first it really was just friendly and then it got flirty. Then we were talking all the time and he was calling me on my birthday (just so you can keep up, it was my 20th birthday). I should probably mention that at this time he was enlisted in the USAF (United States Air Force) and was living all the way across the country in California. Moving on...so things with us progressed pretty quickly. Probably because the thought of being single to me was absolutely awful. I'd rather have a boyfriend 3,500 miles away than be completely alone. Did I also mention we'd never met before? Well, with him living in Cali it was kind of hard to have actually met face to face. So, on a whim we decided to start dating anyway. We'd talk all night long, well all night for me since I was 3 hours ahead of him, and he was exactly what I thought I wanted at this fragile part of my life. He was very attentive, was madly in love with me very shortly after we started dating and had even sent me flowers out of nowhere one day when I was getting a lot of shit from my roomies for dating him.
Luckily his sister was graduating from high school a couple months after we began dating and he decided to come home for it so he could see her graduate...and mainly so he could finally meet me, the girlfriend without a face. Just kidding about that part, we'd seen pictures of each other and had had web cam chats a few times. He wasn't exactly what I thought I'd be looking for in the looks department, but I can honestly say that it didn't bother me at all. I went from a boyfriend who was 5'11" and maybe 150 lbs, to one who was 5'8"ish and 205 lbs. Pretty big difference. Anyway, that's neither here nor there. I loved him. Funny thing was that I had spoken to his family a couple times on the phone and on MSN messenger and his mom and I had planned that I'd surprise him at the airport when she picked him up! So, technically I met his mom before I met him. Ugh, I'm a freak. Anyway, he really was surprised, he had no idea! And I was so elated, to be able to hug him and look at him, it was amazing. I couldn't have been happier. I ended up staying the night at his parents and we had our first kiss and romp session that night. Only to be embarrassed the next day when we were driving around with his sister and she said she could heard the bed squeaking. I was mortified! But his family was very welcoming of me and we got along right off the bat. He was awesome too, he would always do small, random things for me. He had his sister go pick up one of my favorite movies for him so I could have it, which was so cute to me. When he had to leave I thought I was going to die. I drove him to the airport and bawled when I had to say goodbye, the whole way home and even when I got home.
I liked that when we did get into a fight and I'd hang up on him, he'd actually call me back (probably about 30 times) until I answered and was ready to talk to him. And he even sent me flowers randomly for our 4 monthiversary. I really liked that because you definitely don't expect that! I was so excited when he said he wanted me to come out for 2 weeks to visit him! He paid for my ticket since I had a shitty job at a pizza place that paid $5.50/hr. I wasn't going much of anywhere on that kinda money. I was super stoked to see him but I was always thrilled because I'd never been to California before! I had joined this Yahoo group of women that lived on the base, mainly wives and some girlfriends. So while he was at work I'd have someone to possibly hang out with. I'll never forget driving away from LAX, I stared at the palm trees with my mouth gaping open. What a tourist.
By this time we'd only been together 5 1/2 months, but we were so madly in love, it was truly intense! So, the Monday before I left...we decided to elope. And we did just that.
To be continued...
xoxo,
Me
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