Tuesday, July 6, 2010

My Love story

author's note: Sappy, yes. Gooshy, feely-good-y? A Bit. Bitter? Somewhat.

November 2001:
This new dude was transferred to my restaurant (Olive Garden, Victorville, Ca.)
 He was wicked hot, buff, dark hair with blond spikes, blue eyes....My dream boy for sure! I was 20 (lust controlled most of my decisions at that point in my life) young, stupid, single.
Every other girl in the restaurant was all giggly, introducing themselves. " Hi my name is Emily." Blech...I hate when women fall all over themselves for a new piece of meat. All I said to him that day was something to the effect of "All the girls are after you already." He said "I'm fresh meat!" Ironic, as I was just thinking the same thing...I never once introduced myself. I always preferred to be pursued, not the other way around.

Dec 4th:
After feigning interest for weeks, he comes over to my house for a "party." Parents were out of town. (Don't act surprised dad, we were young. It was mostly David's friends anyway, yell at him.) He was one of two people I invited. We made out in my room all night. (Sorry again dad.)

Dec 12th:
Had a weird dream. It was just a flash, but it was him and me, just standing there, smiling at each other, him in a tux, me in a wedding dress. Only days after our first official date.

March 2002:
Leave Olive garden to get my first "real" job as a phlebotomist. And because he was dating a skanky hostess, and making my life miserable. Didn't hear from him for months at a time, then out of the blue, he would call.

Nov 2002:
Best friend and I are talking about moving to L.A. together. I keep having that feeling like I should stay in this God-forsaken desert.

Dec 2002:
Decide to stay, for a guy, that I only see every once and a while. I'm so dumb, oh well, I'm only 21. What do I know?

We see each other off and on for the next two years.

October 2004:
I tell him I'm looking at two different collages, one out of state, one close to home. I ask him which he thinks I should go to . Bad decision on my part. Guess what he tells me. I'm heart broken, by him, for the millionth time.

Jan 2005:
Move to Las Vegas. Hate life.

Feb 2006:
He wants to get married. Not to me exactly, just ready to get married. I think It's because his younger brother is getting married in the summer.

June 2006:
We go on our first date in years, he is still in California, I in Las Vegas. It goes soooo badly, I tell my other best friend "there's NO WAY I'd marry him"

July 4th 2006:
He comes to my sister's house and meets my ENTIRE family. We have the greatest time. He acts like he has never acted before, like he loves me. We decide to get married.

July 31 2006:
He comes to visit me in Vegas, as soon as he walks in the door he asks my best friend if she wants to see the ring he bought me, I was right there. That night we go to several different romantic casinos, The Wynn, Bellagio, Paris. Nothing. At night as we are getting ready for bed, he asks me to marry him, right there in my room.

Dec 2006:
My last day at my job before I move back to California and in with him. I get a text message half way through my shift : I think I broke my leg, hit by forklift at work. In hysterics I leave work early, full  "goodbye"cake in hand, rush to pack the rest of my belongings and trek out to Rancho Cucamonga. He didn't end up with a broken leg, but he almost had a broken nose compliments of me!

July 7th, 2007:
We get married after all. Even though I told him the day before that I hated him and wouldn't ever marry him. It wasn't the first time I told him that.

July 8th 2007:
Most amazing honeymoon ever in Hawaii, started feeling sicky and gross the last few days we were there. Wasn't I supposed to get my period while I was there????

July 20th 2007:
Took the ol fashioned pee test. That thing had two lines within seconds. Terrified I tell him. Planned parenthood confirms it later that day. We are going to be parents!

March 18th 2008:
Nine months later, after a traumatic delivery via emergency c-section our baby boy is born. He is the joy of our lives.

Oct 2008:
Husband loses his really great paying government job. I was a stay at home mommy.

Dec 2008:
We pack up our things and move back to Las Vegas, so I can get my great job back at the hospital out there. Our hearts break as we leave our families.I become the supporter of our family. Our marriage crumbles under the stress.

We try so hard to work things out.  We never see each other as we work opposite shifts to keep the baby out of day care. I leave him a couple of times. We seriously think about divorce. But I never can go through with it.

March 2010:
After years of him looking for a decent job, we're still stuck. We start to ponder what if he joins the military? But it gets put on the back burner.

May 2010: We decide after losing our health insurance that he will join the Army. We have a few things to take care of before it's official, but we get the process started. We tell our families and they are supportive. Our marriage becomes so much stronger than before. We communicate like we never have before, we talk and dream and plan. We want to have another baby.

Last night:
The baby (who is now two) is crashed out when I come home from work. My hubby has dinner made. We sit and watch "Walk the Line" snuggling on the couch. Our love is kind of twisted and deep like June and Johnny. I wouldn't be able to live without him, and he without me. We will be like them, we are like them. We will probably end up dying with in months of each other because we are lost with out the other. All these years, all we have seen and lived through. We never could live with out the other. Once I met him, I was never a whole person again, and the same for him. We love each other passionately, we fight with each other passionately. We have traveled so many peaks and valleys out there and we are still here. Together. Three years married tomorrow.

The not so distant future:
Some day I will bawl my eyes out as he gets on a plane for his BT. I will cry every night he is away for nine weeks. But we can do it. We've done it before. And whatever this unseen life has for us we will take it head on. Together. (I must say thank the good Lord above that we didn't end up enlisting him! I can't stand to be away from him for 1 day vs 9 weeks! God works small wonders I tell ya...)


  1. AW! I love you guys! I can't believe you remember all those details. But that was like revisiting our twenties all over again. Damn you're old! Wait.

  2. kristen! so amazing...i can't believe you guys have been through so much but you're right...you'll make it through!

  3. Hun you keep astonishing me every day, yes you are write I would be lost if it wasn't for you. I am so great full that you have to bare the load, but soon you will no longer have to bare the load alone.. I figure 10 years have gone bye and not a day goes bye that I do not think about you. Happy Anniversary... L-0-V-E Y-O-U.. oh piece of candy!!