Day 20 - Someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future
I might be a little biased.
But I figured instead I would tell you a little about how Big and me met. That's fun, right?
But first! You have to promise not to hate me. K? K.
So when I was in my early 20s, I lived in a tiny town up north where everybody knew everybody, or at least knew of everybody, and everybody talked about everybody behind everybody's back, but in everybody's face everybody pretended they were friends. Until everybody got drunk, and then the fights happened. Lots of fights. So many fights.
I'm sure there were people in the town who weren't like that. The ones who didn't drink as much as my friends and I did. But I never had any interaction with that part of town. They didn't shop in town. They didn't go to church in town, or Bingo at the firehouse, or the farmers market, or the town fireworks. The town was such a shithole that all of the "good" people1 drove 20-45 minutes to other towns for all of their community building activities.
Shortly before winter, a woman and her four small children (aged 6 months through 6 years) moved in next door to me. At first, I didn't like her because I'd find the children who could walk outside in the snow, barefoot and in t-shirts. When I'd ask where their mom was, they'd tell me she was using the phone at the store down the street.
Finally, our group of friends sort of adopted her because we all lived in the same strip of buildings, and that was the kind of people we were. We would have felt bad if we left her out because she was smack in the middle of all of us. We practically hung out on her porch when we were outside. This made it easier for her to make her phone calls and such because now she had people to leave her kids with who weren't six years old.
She and I became pretty good friends, in that I'd go over to her house and help her with the kids, and help her clean up--which was a feat, let me tell you. She never did dishes, never washed clothes, left dirty diapers laying all over the house. Her oldest is diabetic, so I'd find needles EVERYWHERE. And she always blamed her ex, who had never lived or even stayed there.
And then, one day, I met her ex. He was little nerdy. He worked for an internet service provider, and spent most of his spare time (when he wasn't visiting his kids) playing MMORPGs. He still had that slicked down side part that my dad wore all through the 80s, and a pair of glasses that looked like standard issue police frames. I'm pretty sure he was clean shaven at the time. But there was just something about him...
I know...I know. You don't date your friend's ex. And I wholeheartedly planned on not dating my friend's ex. But then she told me to date him. And so I did. And we had SO MUCH FUN that I didn't want him to go home.
So he didn't.
A couple of weeks later, we went to his house and picked up all of his stuff. Two months later, he proposed. Two months after that, we got married. And the rest, as they say, is history.
This series inspired by a writing challenge from Living Off Love and Coffee. Find the full list here.
Shortly before winter, a woman and her four small children (aged 6 months through 6 years) moved in next door to me. At first, I didn't like her because I'd find the children who could walk outside in the snow, barefoot and in t-shirts. When I'd ask where their mom was, they'd tell me she was using the phone at the store down the street.
Finally, our group of friends sort of adopted her because we all lived in the same strip of buildings, and that was the kind of people we were. We would have felt bad if we left her out because she was smack in the middle of all of us. We practically hung out on her porch when we were outside. This made it easier for her to make her phone calls and such because now she had people to leave her kids with who weren't six years old.
She and I became pretty good friends, in that I'd go over to her house and help her with the kids, and help her clean up--which was a feat, let me tell you. She never did dishes, never washed clothes, left dirty diapers laying all over the house. Her oldest is diabetic, so I'd find needles EVERYWHERE. And she always blamed her ex, who had never lived or even stayed there.
And then, one day, I met her ex. He was little nerdy. He worked for an internet service provider, and spent most of his spare time (when he wasn't visiting his kids) playing MMORPGs. He still had that slicked down side part that my dad wore all through the 80s, and a pair of glasses that looked like standard issue police frames. I'm pretty sure he was clean shaven at the time. But there was just something about him...
I know...I know. You don't date your friend's ex. And I wholeheartedly planned on not dating my friend's ex. But then she told me to date him. And so I did. And we had SO MUCH FUN that I didn't want him to go home.
So he didn't.
A couple of weeks later, we went to his house and picked up all of his stuff. Two months later, he proposed. Two months after that, we got married. And the rest, as they say, is history.
This series inspired by a writing challenge from Living Off Love and Coffee. Find the full list here.
1. I personally don't subscribe to the idea that people who don't party are good and people who do party are bad, but the town I lived in very much did. Probably because the people who did party were often in trouble with the law. But for the most part, we were in trouble with the law because we were too rambunctious and loud, and not because we were breaking any major laws. Except, of course, the fights. Noise ordinances, though...we broke the shit out of those.↩
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