MIKE...This is the next phase. I am not even sure where to begin with this one. I love thinking about the first time we met. Or should I say the first time we laid eyes on each other. I was running into Delynn's house to pick up Kristen (Delynn was my babysitter). Scott (Delynn's hubby) and Mike were coming out. They were going on a trip. On a Friday night I went to pick up Kristen Scott snuck into the other room and the next thing I know Mike was at the door. We hung out for a while and made plans to go out to dinner the following night. This was the night Kristen stuck a tiny plastic Barbie tennis ball up her nose! She was always sticking foreign objects up her nose! LOL
Saturday...I spent the day running around looking for something to wear that evening. I had a date! Several times during the day I spoke to Delynn and made it clear that I did not want Mike to know where I lived and I did not want to get "stuck" with him if it didn't work out. I was insisting I would drive myself! Well, Mike was very persistant and very kind and gentle over the phone so I was persuaded into letting him pick me up at home. Boy, am I easy!
I will never forget how he looked when he showed up on my doorstep he had a rose! A rose for me! Okay, so maybe he wasn't some sort of psycho, axe murdering, rapist. We had a great dinner, so we went for drinks after dinner. Scott and Delynn (being an old married couple) decided to call it a night and went home. We decided to go dancing. We danced the night away...literally. It was so easy. He was easy to be with. I don't know how else to put it. It was just... right.
It was followed by dinners, movies, dancing, lunches, flowers ...lot's of flowers, long talks, weekend getaways, friendship. True friendship. He knew that Doug was my "best friend" but he became my "best friend" in other ways.
I remember one time we were talking on the phone one evening and there was a comercial on TV it showed a burrito. I said something like, "oh that looks good, I could go for a burrito!" One of those comments you just say in passing. We talked a little longer and said goodnight. Shortly after I hung up the phone with him my doorbell rang and there was a delivery person standing there with a burrito!!! Already paid for! He was soooooo thoughful, he actually listened to me, even the little meaningless remarks people make he heard me! WOW!
We spent every possible moment together or on the phone with each other. We did things as a "family" when he was home and he was allowed to see his kids. We talked about our future, our dreams, our goals, we planned. WOW! I didn't realize people actually did that! There were alot of ups and downs trying to combine two families while tearing apart two other families. We were both dealing with ending our first marriages. I had to deal with the fact that his marriage ending was not his choice but her doing. I questioned was he rally over her? I even tried to convince him to go back to her. I am not sure if I did that as a test to see if he was really committed to me or if I did it because I wanted him to be sure that he was finished and it was right to move on. I also was dealing with the fact that she had hurt him so deeply that I felt I needed to make up for it. I was also dealing witht he fact that his family clearly did not want me in his life. I thought that was something that we couild over come. I thought, "they just need time", time to realize that I was not "just like his first wife", I was not going to cause that kind of pain.
The ring... He gave me a ring! Well, I guess it's official! I wanted to share the news with the world! I went to the local paper to put an engagement announcement in the paper. It never ran.
Apparently someone at the paper mentioned it to his mother ( my soon to be mother-in-law) she didn't feel the same joy that I did and somehow had it stopped. That should have been a billboard for me! I should have listened to my head worked through the issues with his parents!
I heard from another family member that when his father heard about the engaement he said "there is no way in hell I would go to that wedding." Again, another "billboard" I should have paid attention to! I thought we could overcome, I thought they would see how much we were in love, I thought they would come around. We went forward planning the big day. We moved out of the house that he had shared with his first wife and bought one of our own. I guess we celebrated a lot because the next announcement we would make was "it's a boy!"
Sunday
Life's Lessons Part 3
The next 2 weeks were spent laughing , playing, talking and being free. Everything a "family" should be. Only this wasn't my family.Why, why couldn't it have been? My best friend and my daughter, we were so happy together. Life couldn't get much better, this little cabin in the woods on the river. I was free, I was home. But it wasn't my home.Two weeks later reality set in and it was time to return to my life. As miserable as that seemed, I had this beautiful little girl that needed her daddy. I got on that plane and left a part of me behind.I was back in NC ready to deal with my life and move forward as I was supposed to. The homecoming was what I knew it would be, cold. Did you miss us even a little? Did you even notice we were gone? I never even got to unpack the suitcase and I knew what I had do...Starting over...a new life...a new beginning...Ohio, NJ, back to Ohio, Michigan! Yes, I was off to Michigan. My best friend was willing to give us a place to figure out what our next move would be.It was a struggle, it was crowded, me and my little girl, Doug, his boyfriend and his girlfriend.Yes, I said that right. I guess he was still struggling.It didn't work we had to go, he made the decision for me, he decided when and how, that was it we were out. In the middle of the woods, nowhere to go. It was a rough night that first night. But once again, it was a turning point.A family of angels took us in, they shared their home with us. They made us part of their family even though they were virtually strangers. I was on a list for our own place but it would take time.A few months later, we were on our own. Finally a home of our own! Just us girls!Reality check! ...Blinding pain, total darkness... I think my head exploded! Ambulance flashing lights, emergency room. I hear the doctors talking to my friends on the other side of the curtain. Die??? Who's gonna die? Not me!!! I have a beautiful little girl that will be home from her dad's next week. I can't die! Please, don't let me die!!! She needs me! Why can't they hear me! Lift off, I am in the helicopter being flown to God know's where! I wake up in a dimly lit hallway, concrete walls, oh, that smell, another hospital, why am I alone why does it look like I am in a basement? Did I die? I am not able to speak, where is everyone?I wake up in a hospital room, why does my leg hurt? why does my head hurt so much? What happened and where am I? I find the call button and ask the nurse what happened. Brain surgery? Anurism? Seizures what does this mean? I have to get home I need to be there for my daughter.Mike...Mike is this guy that is friends with my babysitter's husband I met him just days before this. He comes to see me, he travels 6 hours just to see me. He brings me dinner he is really sweet.Home...Mike still comes to see me, he takes care of me, he comforts me, he courts me, flowers, candy, dinners, movies, long phone conversations, weekend trips, lunches, beautiful cards what more could I want!Posted by Martiw at Saturday, October 25, 2008 0
Life's Lessons Part 2
The Next Phase PART 2
So, this goofy looking skinny guy with a shaved head (Doug) sits next to me in the grass. He just seems to know that I need to be handled with kid gloves. The next memory I have is driving down the road in the backseat of a car with a bunch of new Marines out for a good time. the driver is driving a little crazy but we are having fun. There is a fork in the road, the stop sign is dead center in the windshield, tires are squealing, brakes are screaming, dust is flying as we come to a sudden stop. Silence. Steve's bloodied face flashes in front of me, his dead body is suddenly in the car with me. Screams, wind in my face lights flashing around me. The screams are coming from me as I jump from the car running, running down the road, running to or running away? Terror, pain suddenly someone grabs me and pulls me to the ground. Arms wrap around me warmth, calm silence, sobbing uncontrollable sobbing. Okay, so maybe Marines do cry. Doug, the same quiet, shaved head guy that sat next to me earlier in the heat of the day is sitting on the side of the highway holding me in his arms as I cry for the first time I really cried. I had shed tears before but it was muffled by the shock. Suddenly, the only cushion was that of the arms from the stranger that was comforting me on the side of the road. I don't remember telling him anything, he jsut seemed to know, he just seemed to understand.The drama continues, fast forward, 3 months later. Christmas. I get to go on leave. Driving to Florida to meet mom at grandparents house. I caught a ride with someone that was driving their prized Toyota pick up truck to Miami. He said we could share the ride and he would drop me off in Tampa. 4AM...wake up work, work, work. 4Pm work is done, Road trip! Here we go, 3AM my turn to drive he is exhausted. Bouncing along, dust flying, tires squealing, turning, flipping, glass breaking, branches smacking the windshield, silence... blood, glass and dirt in my mouth. I am still in a seat belt, there is a tree branch in front of me I can touch the leaves, which way is up? I am so calm, I feel nothing. Someone is yelling, yelling at me to get out of the car. I don't want to move. He is still yelling, get out! get out! Now he is pleading not yelling. It's dark I don't see the road. Where are we? Semi truck pulls up, police come, luggage, tools, clothes stuff scattered along the road for what seemed like miles. The next thing I remember was waking up on the floor of my grandparents living room. Oh pain!!! Can't move, can't breathe, the pain!!! Pain pills, a whole box? Dr. can't write a prescription cuz I am military issue now so he generously gives me a whole box of "sample" narcotics!Back on base the barracks are empty. Everyone went home for Christmas. Pain pills are helping, but the pain is still there. Ambulance, emergency room, stomach pump? Oh that was awful! They could hear the screams in the waiting room. I am alone in the hospital room when in walks the Corpsman that is responsible for "watching" me to make sure I didn't try to "off" myself "again". Again? Was that what they thought? We talked, he was nice. They sent me away. Okay, so after 2 days they determined that I was not "crazy" I could go back to my unit.I was walking through the halls after a follow up visit with the "shrink" to make sure that I am not crazy. There he is, that same handsome Corpsman that was so thoughtful that night. How ironic, his name is Steve. We have lunch, he informs me that we will get married someday.Fast forward, to someday (about 6 months later). Wedding day. blah blah blah 5 months later. It's a girl!!!! Little baby Kristen is born. Later that evening, I find myself alone in the hospital, no visitors it's a military hospital only immediate family is allowed. Steve decided he would rather be out in the field with his unit than there with his wife and new baby. I jump through hoops and get permission for our housemate to be allowed in. After 5 days alone in the hospital I get to go home. Shawn is there for me and does his best to give us a smooth ride home. No balloons, no flowers, no pink stork in the yard. Just me, my new bundle of joy and "Uncle Shawn".Arguing, fighting, loneliness.The phone rings... Doug... car accident, heart damage...Oh God, not again!!! I have to go! I have to get to him! Husband, baby, please, I need to be there! ...He's ok!Every night staring at the moon. "Somewhere out there underneath the same bright sky someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight." The song plays over and over in my head.The plane land's in small town Michigan. I walk of the plane holding that tiny hand of my daughter as I see this tall, handsome deeply tanned man coming toward us with the biggest most beautiful smile across his face. Again I feel the comfort of his arms as he wraps them around me and transports me to a safe and loving place.
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So, this goofy looking skinny guy with a shaved head (Doug) sits next to me in the grass. He just seems to know that I need to be handled with kid gloves. The next memory I have is driving down the road in the backseat of a car with a bunch of new Marines out for a good time. the driver is driving a little crazy but we are having fun. There is a fork in the road, the stop sign is dead center in the windshield, tires are squealing, brakes are screaming, dust is flying as we come to a sudden stop. Silence. Steve's bloodied face flashes in front of me, his dead body is suddenly in the car with me. Screams, wind in my face lights flashing around me. The screams are coming from me as I jump from the car running, running down the road, running to or running away? Terror, pain suddenly someone grabs me and pulls me to the ground. Arms wrap around me warmth, calm silence, sobbing uncontrollable sobbing. Okay, so maybe Marines do cry. Doug, the same quiet, shaved head guy that sat next to me earlier in the heat of the day is sitting on the side of the highway holding me in his arms as I cry for the first time I really cried. I had shed tears before but it was muffled by the shock. Suddenly, the only cushion was that of the arms from the stranger that was comforting me on the side of the road. I don't remember telling him anything, he jsut seemed to know, he just seemed to understand.The drama continues, fast forward, 3 months later. Christmas. I get to go on leave. Driving to Florida to meet mom at grandparents house. I caught a ride with someone that was driving their prized Toyota pick up truck to Miami. He said we could share the ride and he would drop me off in Tampa. 4AM...wake up work, work, work. 4Pm work is done, Road trip! Here we go, 3AM my turn to drive he is exhausted. Bouncing along, dust flying, tires squealing, turning, flipping, glass breaking, branches smacking the windshield, silence... blood, glass and dirt in my mouth. I am still in a seat belt, there is a tree branch in front of me I can touch the leaves, which way is up? I am so calm, I feel nothing. Someone is yelling, yelling at me to get out of the car. I don't want to move. He is still yelling, get out! get out! Now he is pleading not yelling. It's dark I don't see the road. Where are we? Semi truck pulls up, police come, luggage, tools, clothes stuff scattered along the road for what seemed like miles. The next thing I remember was waking up on the floor of my grandparents living room. Oh pain!!! Can't move, can't breathe, the pain!!! Pain pills, a whole box? Dr. can't write a prescription cuz I am military issue now so he generously gives me a whole box of "sample" narcotics!Back on base the barracks are empty. Everyone went home for Christmas. Pain pills are helping, but the pain is still there. Ambulance, emergency room, stomach pump? Oh that was awful! They could hear the screams in the waiting room. I am alone in the hospital room when in walks the Corpsman that is responsible for "watching" me to make sure I didn't try to "off" myself "again". Again? Was that what they thought? We talked, he was nice. They sent me away. Okay, so after 2 days they determined that I was not "crazy" I could go back to my unit.I was walking through the halls after a follow up visit with the "shrink" to make sure that I am not crazy. There he is, that same handsome Corpsman that was so thoughtful that night. How ironic, his name is Steve. We have lunch, he informs me that we will get married someday.Fast forward, to someday (about 6 months later). Wedding day. blah blah blah 5 months later. It's a girl!!!! Little baby Kristen is born. Later that evening, I find myself alone in the hospital, no visitors it's a military hospital only immediate family is allowed. Steve decided he would rather be out in the field with his unit than there with his wife and new baby. I jump through hoops and get permission for our housemate to be allowed in. After 5 days alone in the hospital I get to go home. Shawn is there for me and does his best to give us a smooth ride home. No balloons, no flowers, no pink stork in the yard. Just me, my new bundle of joy and "Uncle Shawn".Arguing, fighting, loneliness.The phone rings... Doug... car accident, heart damage...Oh God, not again!!! I have to go! I have to get to him! Husband, baby, please, I need to be there! ...He's ok!Every night staring at the moon. "Somewhere out there underneath the same bright sky someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight." The song plays over and over in my head.The plane land's in small town Michigan. I walk of the plane holding that tiny hand of my daughter as I see this tall, handsome deeply tanned man coming toward us with the biggest most beautiful smile across his face. Again I feel the comfort of his arms as he wraps them around me and transports me to a safe and loving place.
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