Facebook page, then you'd noticed I'd posted a few times, asking for people to share their love stories. These are a couple of the stories.
Today's post comes from Brooke over at FBX Adventures - (In Parenting)! Enjoy!
It's Valentines Day Week! I
will say that I 100% hate Valentines Day...that is I love to hate it. Of
COURSE I love gifts, and OF COURSE I love flowers, and OF COURSE I love
chocolate... but, I hate that guys feel guilted into buying a gift for
their girl (and vise versa) and I feel bad for all the people alone. I
have mixed emotions about it. I love it, I hate it, I love it...
I was one of those people. AND, I was fine with it. At one point in my
life I dated an asshole. After him, I didn't see any point in wasting my
time dating someone I couldn't see myself marrying. I decided I was
putting up with no shit. My mother will tell you that I would date guys
for approximately two weeks, and then dump them. Why, oh, why would I
waste my time dating someone that I couldn't see myself marrying? I just
saw it as a waste of my ever so single life. Sure, Valentime's Day
would come around and for about .3 seconds I would boo-hoo about it, and
then remembered that I didn't have anyone to answer to. I could do what
I wanted without worrying about someone's feelings. Plus, I didn't need
to deal with another (insert string of expletives.)
Then I met him.
(Bug, if you've found this blog, stop reading here...we met at church.
I 100% think that things happen for a reason. I use to think that was a
bunch of bull shit, but after meeting my hubby I have changed my mind.
April 3, 2004 -My girlfriends and I went out to a bar in the next town
over. A few of my friends and I were at the bar discussing how our
drinks were still too dark (we ordered Malibu and Diet Cokes.) I
remember it like it was yesterday (liquor will do that to you I guess,
wait? It doesn't...oh well.) I turned around just as another friend of
mine came laughing into the bar. The guy with her had given her a
wedgie, and they both walked in laughing. It might have been the liquor,
but the moment I saw him, I had to meet him. He was friends with my
friends, except he knew them in high school.
He was tall, had a pony tail, a beard, and was HOT. He reminded me of a
lumber jack and I was in love. I was also drunk, but I "think" it was
love. We ended up at a friends house, and I french braided his hair. I
am 99% sure it was the best french braid job ever. He (sober) reports
that it was horrible. I think I was right.
Being the super nice guy that he is, he drove me home that night and
that was it.
April 7, 2004 - With my motto of "single forever" I didn't think a guy
as hot AND nice as him would be interested in me, so I didn't think
anything of it. A few days later I got a phone call....the first three
digits were from the town that I taught and helped to coach basketball. I
assumed it was a parent...I almost didn't answer it, but I did, and I
am glad that I did!
It was him! He had called around and got my number. Butterflies went
INTO my throat. I was so excited. He asked me if I had ever got to a
restaurant in my town. When I said "no" he asked me if I wanted to go. I
told him no...that I'd rather go to the bar up the road. So, we planned
our first date...for about an hour after we hung up the phone.
I ran home, and told my mother in hurried breathes, that I had a date.
When I told her his name she told me my shoes were too tall and he was
short. My mom was his 6th grade teacher, and apparently hadn't seen him
since then. I ran to the bar to meet him and we had a romantic snack of
french fries and wing dings. It was perfect.
We were together everyday after that. We went for walks in the woods, we
watched movies, we looked at stars. He stole his first kiss (which I
would have just given him) by pointing out constellations to me. He
pointed at Cassiopeia and kissed me when I went to look at it. (I had
Cassiopeia engraved in his wedding band 2 years later.)
At the end of the month he was suppose to be moving about an hour and a
half away to work in the National Forrest. I was sad, and worried about
our new relationship, but knew we'd see each other on the weekends and
we'd figure it out.
The weekend he was suppose to leave, he and his best friend went away to
go mountain biking and rock climbing. He was suppose to pick me up
Sunday morning to go to a graduation party for a friend's brother, and
then he was leaving.
He didn't pick me up. He didn't call. Being a connoisseur of assholes, I
assumed that he decided to just leave and not tell me.
Mid morning his dad called.
There was an accident while rock climbing. He fell 30-40 feet and
landed on a rock. He had broken his leg in multiple places, three
vertebrae, ribs, and his pinky finger (side note: the pinkie finger was
the only one he complained about.) He was life flighted to the nearest
trauma hospital about 4 hours away. I sputtered out some random words
and sat down on my bed as I hung up the phone.
Right then and there I knew that I loved this man. It had been 3 weeks,
but I knew.
The next few days were a fog for me. A few days later I planned on
driving down to see him after work. My principal at the time was amazing
(he had had my hubby in school as well) and came to my classroom around
1, and took over teaching 7th grade English.
After about 10 days of hospital/rehab he was home. I'm sure I drove his
parents insane, but I stopped everyday after work to see him. I'd sit
and grade papers while he napped or we'd just talk. He spent months
rehabbing, but not once did he complain. We'd hang out and just talk,
watched movies and talked. I joke with him that he loves me only because
he had Stockholm Syndrome. He finally got out and about in June for his
first drive (in his truck) with me driving...we were T-boned by a Semi
truck and went down an embankment, but that's another story for another
day. (See how I try to trick you into coming back?)
We've been together ever since. We have so many stories of our
adventures together. I am lucky to have someone in my life that loves me
so much, even with all of my crazy. Because of him I like Valentines
Day, but he makes me feel special everyday, so I don't need one day to
have him prove it for me.
Brooke, FBX Adventures - (In Parenting)
Make sure you come back tomorrow to read Maria's story!