We met January of our freshman year of high school. I was little miss goody two shoes and he was (I really don't mean to offend anyone here) a cute, baseball player who acted, frankly, like a wigger, WAY to wild for me but a friend of mine found out he liked me and introduced us. We spent a little time together and had been dating for a couple of months when my mom died. After that, I broke things off and we went our separate ways for the summer. Spinning from the loss of my mom, I spent that summer losing my little miss goody two shoes act and in true 16 year old fashion, he spent the summer getting HOT.
Once our sophomore year started, I quickly noticed my error in judgment and won him back one week later. After that, we were pretty much the on again, off again, classic high school couple. We really loved each other but acted like teenagers. We spent most of our days smoking cigs and pot behind the school and drinking when we could find a way. We didn't really get into trouble trouble but pot kind of took over Mac's world and he quit baseball his junior year and midway through our senior year, dropped out of school entirely . My policeman father was pretty much MIA after my mom died, Mac's dad screamed a lot but didn't follow though with anything and his mom didn't bother to do either. Really, we only had each other to depend on. I tried everything to get him to understand what pot was doing to him and even quit smoking pot my senior year as an effort to encourage him to do the same. It didn't make a difference because he didn't and really still doesn't, think that is the reason his life took a dive. Anyway, after I graduated and John got his GED (2 months b/f our graduating class) we headed off to South Carolina where we tried to live like grownups.In SC we learned a lot, but mostly Mac learned he was a hell of a salesman and I learned I was very bitter about our past. It wasn't to long before Mac moved home to OH and I stayed in SC. I worked, partied, dated and even lived on my own for the first time ever. Mac and I didn't talk or have any communication at all. I don't want to get all sappy and 'we are meant to be' on you, but really what happened next was weird. About 9 months into our break up, I was home from work, cleaning my apartment, jammin to some country music when my dad called to tell me that he FINALLY left his crazy wife that had tormented me during high school. When I got off the phone, I was so excited, I thought "Man, I have to tell John!" It was like I forgot he wasn't there. I sat on my stairs, holding my old school big white cordless phone and put my head down. I was hit in the face with how much I missed him. Then, I mean RIGHT THEN, my phone rings and it is him. To this day, this is one of the most defining moments in our relationship. He had finally broken down and called to say he missed me and I couldn't hide my excitement. I don't recall the exact time line, but a few months, a couple of heartbroken ex's in our paths and 1 road trip later, I was back in Ohio.
It was then, when we were 20, that we really started the core of the relationship we have now. He worked selling cars and I went to school. We lived in a little bachelor pad with a pool table in the dining room and a mattress on the floor. We had fun, partied and spent every bit of his 100k income on nothingness. We became friends and put the past behind us and moved forward. Then, the day after Mothers Day 2003 AND while we were planing our very exciting wedding in St. Lucia, I found out I was pregnant. Obviously, this changed everything and in true Mac and S fashion, almost exactly 4 weeks later, we ditched St. Lucia, flew to Vegas and got married. June 6, 2003. <3My pregnancy was very hard and I ended up on hospital bed rest for weeks and delivered our son, Pickle, 7 weeks early on November 14, 2003. During this time, me moved to a little rented house and Mac quit his high paying, time consuming sales job to help me while I was sick with preeclamsia. He took a low paying telemarketing job only as a last resort because we had no money. It didn't help that he didn't have a drivers license anymore due to MANY un-handled traffic tickets.
With a premature baby, money problems and legal issues looming, life was suddenly very overwhelming. Not to brag or anything but we manned together and fought our way out of it with a quickness. Mac took that telemarketing job and, with the help of my brother, cut out the middle man in order to start working for himself. Once the money started rolling in again, we went to every county that he owed and started facing the consequences for his actions, to the tune of over two thousand dollars and 10 days in jail. Very quickly we were right back on track, at least on paper.
Once the dust settled something was wrong with us. We were not working anymore and we both knew it. Even though we had a healthy baby, money and spent plenty of time together because he worked from home, we didn't think we could make it. We took a drive to the, what is now a famous place to us, Root Beer Stand. As waitresses hurried past us on roller skates, we sat in the car and started calmly discussing what was going to happen with our divorce; I would stay in the house, he would support Pickle and me until I got a job, then we would work out child support etc... that was when it hit me, what the hell are we doing? He is my family, my only real family. Would I have a conversation with my dad and say "Ok, here is all your stuff, it was nice knowin ya but I'll never see you again?" NOOO. That's where we both stepped back and said stop it, we are family and now A FAMILY, this isn't going to fall apart. We left the Root Beer Stand and made some changes, BIG changes. I stopped trying to control him (I should enjoy him while I still have him was my thinking) and the craziest thing happened, he stopped 'needing' to be controlled. We started respecting each other as people and that's where we ended up.We have love, respect and the willingness to battle everyday to keep it. We run our current business and are raising, not only Pickle, but his not so easy going sibling Princess - August 25, 2008 <3. We bought our first home July 2010 and the rest is TO BE CONTINUED...
Promise 2 - Tonight, have sex with my best friend and husband - man we have a good story! ;)
Anyone else have a promise to make? =)
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