Anti-Love Story Part 2

I think its pretty funny when people ask me why I moved back to Utah.  Honestly its because I hate the cold.  And then your like "Wait....Utah is cold too".  Well buddy, when you experience -40 degree weather with 15 mph windchill....tell me that Utah is cold then.  But that was only part of the reason why we moved back to Utah. Mostly it was because I already had enough credits to graduate early and we really had no where else to go.  And moving into his mother's house was really our only option.

Our relationship was pretty good up until this point.  I mean, yeah he played games until the wee hours of the night but I didn't mind since it was after he came home from work.  And I was so busy with all my extra school activities (overachiever I know) to really care.  But then the moment we moved in with his family he like reverted back to his 13 year old self where he could do no wrong and always get his way.  Mamma's Boy was such an understatement! 

And then there's that whole racist crap.  Oh yeah...did I forget to mention that his dad side of the family immigrated from East Germany??  And I'm not saying that everyone from Germany is a raciest, I'm just saying that on Christmas Eve, if your family is doing Hitler impressions while there are brown people in the room is HIGHLY insensitive.  I kept thinking to myself, "But I'm Asian!!! We were technically on your side....yeah it was a different kind of Asian but we can pretend!" That had to be one of the more awkward even in my life.  

Anyways!  Looking back on it now there were so many events that his family commented something about me, or implied, and whatnot.  And not once did he ever defend me.  It think that was one of the most annoying thing!  Its like, dude some of my family didn't like you.  But every single time I defended you.  Basically make you look better and forced my family to give you the benefit of doubt.  But he never did. So I had to basically take all the social awkwardness that was dished out to me. 

One of my favorites is during our first Christmas (something strange always happens on Christmas) his Grandparents APPARENTLY didn't know my name so all of my gifts weren't labeled.  All the tags were blank.  Another instance was when I was at the Home Depot with his mother and my Son and we ran into her friend from where ever.  Well, this is how I was introduced. " Oh and this is my grandson's mother.  You know, Chris' Girlfriend."  Its like taking a cigarette to the eye.  I was so insulted you wouldn't even believe.  Especially since my parents always considered us to already be a married couple.  Even when I had an engagement ring on my finger I was never call Chris' fiancee, I was just "Little Chris' Mom".  Lovely right?

I mean, I understand that we you first join a family it can be hard.  Especially if it is because of a child out of wedlock.  But really people, its the 21st century! Get with it! Marriage is overrated and honestly its just a piece of paper that allows women to change their last name to something else for free.  But I should have taken the hints from his family that no matter what I do and what I say I am never going to fit in their perception of what they think is the perfect family.  It can be hurtful to no be accepted, but then do I really want to part of a family full of Nazi sympathizers??   

Anti-Love Story Part 1

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!!!!!