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Our Love Story: Part 1

Posted Feb 05 2013 7:30am
It's February, 
the month of love, and I have been reading quiet a few love stories on some of my friends blogs and they have inspired me (Alissa { HERE }, Ashley { HERE } and Morgan { HERE }) so I thought maybe I should tell you mine. 

I know I have mentioned a bit about my husband and I's relationship here but I don't think I've ever given you the full run down from start to finish. And you all know I'm going to tell you the whole truth as I always do! 

So here goes nothin'

My husband and I met when I was 17 years old. At that time in my life I thought I had it all figured out as so many teenagers do. I had already been through quiet a few hardships unfortunately. My teen years were definitely a very dark spot in my life. 

At the time I was about 3 years into a very destructive, abusive relationship with my first boyfriend. I met my now husband at my job. I was "head bus girl" at a fine dining Italian Restaurant (I know, a real big shot, huh?) 12 years later we had our wedding rehearsal dinner at that very same restaurant where we met so long ago.

 My husband had just moved to Santa Fe from New Orleans after high school. He was older than me by 2 years. He was 19 at the time. He got hired on as a new bus boy and it was my job to train him and boy was I annoyed!! 
I can remember thinking, "oh great, here's another newbie I have to train. He better get it right." I definitely had an attitude problem. 

We became fast friends and shortly there after he began hanging out in the same friend circles as me. I liked him a lot. Just as a friend. 

Over the next 2 years we grew closer and closer as friends. I found myself crying to him over above said destructive boyfriend and he was always there when I needed someone to talk to. After 4 years I finally left my first boyfriend and my now husband and I started to hang out more and more, still purely as friends. 

But I had a really soft spot in my heart for him and at the time I didn't have a soft spot for many(already jaded at 18 years old, SAD). I knew he cared for me A LOT. I knew he would do anything for me. Somewhere really deep down, even though we were just friends, I knew he loved me.

From my husband's account, he says he knew he wanted to marry me the first time he met me, attitude and all(Of course he never told me this until DEEP into our romantic relationship.)  But I actually think that's half the reason he loves me; MY 
SPUNK! 

Anyhow, he had been in love with me since day one but never told me. I had a hunch but we never talked about it. 
I moved away a few years into our friendship. I moved to Santa Barbara with my best girlfriend. We had a going away party and I can remember at the end of the night just balling my eyes out saying goodbye to My husband in the street. He must have held me crying in the street for a good 15 minutes. I never wanted to let him go and it was very apparent that night.

Now looking back, I can see that of course there was something there, there always had been, but I was too stubborn and immature to handle it so I moved away and tried to stuff those feeling down as far as I could. 
I did a pretty good job for a while there! 


To be continued......................

Here we are the first year we met; JUST FRIENDS!

I was 17 or 18 here.   He was 19 or 20!

I hope you stick around to hear how our relationship unfolded over the next 15 years! 

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