Jul 302010

I didn’t go to college when I graduated from high school. I got married. At the age of 19. No one could tell me not to do it. I wouldn’t listen to them…. at 19 who listens to someone else’s advice? Not me.
The man I married could not have been a worse match for me. He was nice enough, and while we were dating, he was good to me. I grew up in a big city, went to a big high school…I was used to the cultural, moral, and ethical values that come with living in a large city. My husband to be grew up in a small town. He was very country…much more than I had ever been around.
We started dating during my senior of high school and before the school year was over, we were engaged to be married. He was 3 years older than me, and so I thought I was pretty hot stuff….older man and all that stuff. So we got married one year after I graduated. In the meantime, I moved to the small town and did my best to settle in. Culture shock. I got myself a job working at the local hardware store – not much to it, not much money but in my mind I was contributing. And of course, I was getting married to someone who could take care of me…which was I thought I was supposed to do.
The wedding was HUGE! I had 14 bridesmaids, 2 maids of honor, 2 flower girls. Not my choice at all. I wanted a nice small intimate wedding. Family and close friends. And the reception…my word. It was massive….a live band, barbeque beef & chicken with all the fixin’s, and lots & lots of beer….I have no idea how many kegs were floated but it was enough to get a small country drunk. I don’t remember much about the reception…not because I was drunk ( I don’t drink, at least not then)…it was because it was so massive that it was impossible to form any memories. The one thing that sticks out and I will keep with me is that my Dad danced with me. He doesn’t dance…ever. But he did at my reception….
New hubby in tow, off to Mexico for the honeymoon……  it was a disaster! We came home 3 days early (should’ve been my first clue). And we settled in to the country life. In less than 6 months of marriage, I was pregnant. Miscarriage. And those country-bumpkin doctors told me that if I ever wanted to have a child, I needed to get pregnant right away. You see, I have negative blood so the Rh factor was working against me…. so I was pregnant about 3 months after the miscarriage. And I carried the baby to term, had a beautiful baby girl.
(more on the way!)

  •  July 30, 2010
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