My Husband and I's Unique Love Story.

OKAY, so let me be the first to say this is in no way normal, but neither am I. So, let’s get this blog on the road! I don’t know how many gamers are reading this, but Maddie and I are pretty hardcore when we’re not living life, working, writing, so…in other words…we play a game once in a blue moon. BUT, once upon a decade ago there was a little game I stumbled on called Mabinogi. I had been playing a few months with a few of my best friends and, not to toot my own horn, I was pretty awesome. *Toot toot* (In fact, I still play today when I find the time.) Either way, I was playing with a friend of mine in high school. We had just finished a dungeon and went into the nearest town to repair our items. Now, I love harassing my friend because her over the top reactions are complete gold. To this day, I still find time out of my busy schedule here and there to upset her for a cackle. Not a laugh, oh no, honey, a cackle.

Hm, now that I think of it, many of my friends are over-the-top. Maybe I have a problem. Back on track! Once I was finished, I decided to undress my avatar and proceed to chase her around the empty town asking for her milk duds (*Insert cringe here*). She decided to put in all caps “HELP ME! RAPE! HELP ME! SHE WON’T LEAVE ME ALONE!” while running past my husband who was standing there minding his own business. So, I thought. She was also screaming exactly what she wrote in my house. My husband, thinking he was cute, decided to private message said friend and tell her “Just change channels and you’ll lose her.” OHOHO! How dare this man stick his nose in my harassment! My friend, tending to speak when she types, so she says. “I CAN’T IM IN THE SAME HOUSE AS HER!!” Pausing, I glared up at her and said “WHO IS THAT!?! WHO HAS A DEATH WISH.” She gave me his name and I messaged him myself, “Mind your business, nosy bastard.” For some reason, he thought it was funny.

Somehow we ended up talking when my friends boyfriend logged on, she left us alone for TWENTY minutes. In that span of time, this crazy man tells me, “You’re cute. We should get married.”

Everyone, I want you to understand that creeped the ever-living hell out of me. So, what did I do? I ran. I told him “Maybe” and ran while screaming “HELP!” in person. I can never figure out for the life of me why my friend continued talking to him. Somehow they ended up sharing Myspace accounts, (UGH HOW OLD AM I?!) emails, and he asked her if I was on her top eight people. All within ten minutes. The trust a decade ago still baffles me.

Soon my friend asks, “Do you want to see a picture of him?” Guys, I had already forgotten who he was, and she had to remind me. I went over to the screen and there he was, sitting there with a, wait for it, a baby in his arms. Now me, being a teenager at the time, didn’t know anything so when she asked him, “Who is the kid?” he said, “My son.” NOPE. Turned off. Too bad, he was so cute. My friend and I got into a debate about how this boy looked nothing like him (We’re talking not even the same race, guys.) and I said, “I’ll be his friend.” THEN I damned myself. As I was walking back to my laptop, I told her, and I kid you not, “Watch though, one day that’s going to be my husband.”

Let’s pause and let that marinate: Fast forward to today. I’m literally looking at him with his arms over his head, fast asleep on the sofa, sucking the curtains with his snoring. He’s driving me slowly insane with the repetitive sounds that rock the ceiling of our house. I wonder to myself, all I need is a good pillow and I could end it all. Hmm…let’s continue.

Over the months, I kept seeing this mother sucker every. where. And each time he would stop, follow me, and talk to me. Pretty soon, somehow, I found myself stopping and talking to him too. Fast forward 9 months and 3 breakups later, DJ finally had enough hearing about my heartbreak. I hadn’t talked to him in awhile and out of the blue, he private messaged me. He told me he was sick with the flu and wanted to check in. I updated him on my shittastic love life and this man boldly asked for my number. I asked him, “Why should I?” and he simply said, “Because I want a chance with someone as beautiful as you.” He’d never seen me before. (Not like he was far off, cause, AHA, I was cute. Keyword was. Now, I’m a jolly hot mess, but I’m working on that right. Now. HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ME.) That intrigued me. So being the tease I was, (and it was late.) I told him that if he went to bed to get better, I’d call him the next night. I shit you not guys…he logged off without even saying goodbye.

The next night, he waited for me all day to log on and had his number in the chat box at the ready. We talked all night and, when I finally gave him a picture, he cursed so loud, his little brother ran in worried. Now, this where the time line is going to get crazy.

Within five days, he asked me to marry him and I said yes. Guys, I said yes to this man I’d talked to on the phone, never met in person before, didn’t even know how tall he was. And I said yes.

4 weeks later I told him that I was going to have to meet him person before we got any more serious. (Because being engaged wasn’t serious enough apparently.)

1 week after that: He lost his job because the recession hit and, being the smart imbecile, I’ve come to love more than anything, he bought a plane ticket to meet me in Florida. Guys, this man was beyond sheltered. He’d never been on an airplane before (Or a restaurant, but we’ll have to get into that at a later time.). He was willing to drop everything in the world just to meet me. I think that’s when I knew he was genuine and special. Now, I had to meet this man.

3 weeks later: He touched down in Florida. I hid in the airport and had my mom on standby for a quick getaway if he wasn’t who he said. Everyone, I had a plan to abort and run. When I finally saw him standing there looking around for me with the phone to his ear, I was convinced to come out and the smile he had when he first saw me. I can never, ever forget how he lit up from the inside out. He even had a ring. I SAID HE HAD A RING. I would go into further detail, but I’m a lady….ish and he got rewarded; feverishly…multiple times.

2 months later: I met his family and mother………we’re not going to go there. Yet.

4 months after that: We got our marriage license and I proceeded to scar him with the worst…bowel movement in the world. I mean, he signed the document there were no longer secrets. All I can say is, we were in our hotel room. I warned him once, “Do not open the door.” DJ couldn’t hold it. So, as soon as the HEAT hit him, he literally fell on the floor and crawled away for the air conditioner. That’s when he found out he’d messed up and in this with me for the long haul.

3 weeks: We were married at the tender ages of 20 and 22 in a total of 10 months.

Statistically, everything was against us. In every single aspect, our relationship was not supposed to work. Friendships were challenged, family ties were severed, and we’d only met in person a total of five times before walking down the aisle. We’ve faced big challenges in our time in our 8 years together. We got pregnant almost immediately and somehow, we’ve taken most hurdles in stride. We were touch and go for the first year, but afterwards I can tell you that I wouldn’t trade him for anything in the world. The love this man has for me is beyond anything I could ever imagine. Coming from a severely broken home, I couldn’t fathom even having someone half as decent as he is. He pushes me towards my dream of being an author, supports my choices, and has never, ever faltered in his feelings for me. I don’t know how a woman as vicious, conniving, disrepe…let me stop. DJ is definitely who I want by my side through thick (Literally, LOL) and thin.

NOW: I’m done with my long-winded story. Please, I love, love, love stories about romance and quirky meetings. You all tell me how you met your significant others in an email or on Facebook! I’m looking forward to hearing about them! Thanks for stopping in and remember, every day is just different variation of a hot mess. #Mabinogi #Lovestory #Author #Blogger #Hotmess #Whatwerewethinking