On our very first date. D told me that he was for sure never getting married, & never having kids. I could ask any one of his friends, & they would tell me this. He assured me. I think I just smiled. But I can't believe I keep sitting there. Well, yes I can. I was already crazy about him. We had worked together for 2 years, each of us dating other people the whole time. Worked to together but didn't hang out, or anything. Then we ended up on a work place curling team. I never curled. He was pretty good. He was the skip. We hung out. We curled. Drank beers. Fell in love. I knew that he was going to be my husband from that very first date on. I guess that's why I kept sitting there. I can't really explain it, it was just a deep gut feeling. Intuition, maybe. It doesn't matter, I just new. The beginning of our relationship was weird. I was the happiest I had ever been every single time I hung out with him. I loved every moment of it. But on the other hand I was dealing with a very messy(thanks to me)breakup.That turmoil lasted for the first 2 & half months of our relationship. Then things were really good. Peaceful. We worked. We hung out. We banged. We laughed. Those few months were awesome. Then wha bam, I got preggers. It was a shock! A crazy, crazy shock. I remember those moments as if they were yesterday. The test. Sitting together waiting. The positive sign. The speechlessness. The crying. We both went to work. I felt like I was a different person. I had life inside of me. What the hell. That whole day was very dreamlike. I wasn't panicked or fearful or anything. Just very very numb. Unsure of what I should do. Can I still eat the Mcdick's I was planning to, or a bran muffin & fruit or something... My world had just changed in front of my eyes. I guess maybe, I was a little in shock. D & I didn't say much about it those first few days. We snuggled together alot . He drank. A 40 of Rye in 3 days. The next day. When the Rye was all gone. He sat on the bed with me & said "I'm in if u are." I looked back, smiled & told him "definitely in." That was that. We were going to be parents. Together. A family. We moved. We had our baby & we fell more in love with each other. Married each other. We still love each other. I can still feel the flame burning!
Although at lest once a day I wish I had a cold bucket of water to throw on it. Like seriously, how can we speak the same language & he only get 50% of what I am saying? I swear he heard a 100% of it when we were dating!!!!!