Growing up as young girls, it is embedding into our minds that we all must find our knight in shining armor, Prince Charming, or our Hero. And then you grow up and realize that there's no such thing as the "perfect man". I am terrible at relationships. Apparently I am way to needy. You know, I need him to get a job, help clean the house, do the laundry, cook me dinner for once, and not spend a century on his computer games. But most of all I need him to have some kind of ambition in life.
Getting married was probably the worst thing that I could have done. Actually, being in a relationship is probably the worst thing I could have done in my life. And I'm not just bashing the Husband either. I'm the not the kind of personality that should be tied down by ANYTHING. I'm a free spirit and I really do not listen to anybody.
But the relationship was doomed from the beginning. First off, we started dating in the 8th grade. Big mistake. Because dating in junior high and high school is not really dating. You write notes to each other, walk together in between classes, and barely see each other out side of school. So in the long run, you just know only on side of 12 sided dice. And no its not love, its hormones and chemical imbalances in your brain. I promise you, they made a whole (actually its multiple) episodes of Bones on the subject.
Second, we had lots of unprotected sex and I got pregnant at the age of 15. Now, teen pregnancy is the #1 cause of failed relationships. That's not an actual statistic, but I would like to believe that it is correct! Mostly from personal experience. But after I got pregnant and we told both sides of the family I got shipped off to live with my parents in Minnesota because the family member I was living with didn't want to deal with it. Don't blame him! Hell, if my kids got pregnant young; first I would beat their asses, second make them and their "Partner in crime" get a job and if they are living under my roof...you best be paying me rent! That's probably not going to happen but I can see my my former brother would kick me out.
So the whole reason why I got shipped off is because his parents didn't want to take me in. Mostly because his family thought I was the biggest skank-bag in the world. But that was the beginning of so many trials. After I was moved to Minnesota and Chris being in Utah and my due date was in July, the plan was that he was going to spend the summer with me. Well, his mother being so supportive of us only scheduled him to be there for 2 weeks. Lovely right? Well, obviously her plans fell through because my son was born shortly after Chris came and he made a wonderful call to his mother telling him that he wasn't going back to Utah.
This is probably one of the ONLY times Chris has ever stood up for me, our son, and himself against his mother. I do not know what it is with men and their attachments to their parents. Understandable when they are children, but as grown men.....Hey! Your balls dropped already.
Anyways, things were pretty good after that. Until he dropped out of school, we got kick out of my parents, and we decided to move back to Utah. Living with his family........
CLIFFHANGER!!!!!
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