It's so crazy to think that I'm now married. Married to the most gorgeous woman in the world, plus I'm a daddy of two beautiful children. My life couldn't be better. There's nothing more I could ask for than this; they are my life and I adore them so. I am extremely happy. There's definitely many stories very similar to this, and I too, am speaking from the depths of my heart-being. Let me tell the story of how this began.
The following January, she came for a visit with her little boy. I was delighted to get to see and talk to her in person after all those years. Not long after her visit, we were wanting to hang out more, but by ourselves. We'd go and hangout at Fushion Bubble Tea on Mill Plain, or go to the movies. The first time we hung out by ourselves, we went back to her apartment and watched The Count of Monte Cristo and we shared a Bertolli frozen dinner together. We were dating long before anyone knew of it. I loved hanging out with her. She was very fun, bubbly, and passionate about life. It was refreshing to be with someone who got it. There was so much I was wanting to find out about her. Every moment with her was priceless. I remember one of the first times we went to the movies, we were nervous as all get out. It was all we could do to text back and forth. We chose Inception. The movie was spectacular and she was a merry bel-esprit lady.
It was around the beginning or middle of August, when I made the choice to move in with her marking the beginning of when the flying-of-the-nest really initiated. Not between Tara and I, but between us and family members and certain former friends. Stuff about how it wasn't right to be spending the night with someone of the opposite sex, or things such as them exclaiming, "I was up nearly all night so worried about you!", or "why didn't you call?!" Thing is, my family had in their head, I was still a child. A child docile, and innocent child that was being fooled. They believed me to be the victim of the relationship and blamed Tara for everything as if I was incapable of choose how in the circumstance. No matter how you'd explain the situation, they held on to the idea that I was being rushed into something and I wasn't prepared. In truth, it was they who were not prepared for the tenacity exhuming from a quiet and introverted soul as I. The good boy who never did anything wrong. The good role model. The me that they knew. The boy that made all the right choices, and who never questioned authority no matter what was asked of him. But reality is, I wasn't even close to who they knew me to be. Yes, I would say how I felt, but never really let them know me for who I was on the inside. I was fed the feedback of not feeling allowed to speak my mind truly. My life, up to that point, was full of complete agreement with them and them alone.
So, you could only imagine what the proverbial carbonation eruption of emotions in the soda bottle was like.
The story begins within the month of October in 2009. It was late as I sat in my room and I clicked on the "Search" box of Facebook, then typed in the name: Tara Church. She was an old friend, a babysitter of my siblings and I over a decade ago as well as growing up in the same church. Soon after her graduation, she continued to babysit my siblings and I. It becomes vague when I actually lost contact with her, but we had until October of 2009. I observed her profile and knew instantly that it was her and hit "Friend Request." It was only days before I noticed she had accepted the request. From then we chatted it up, catching up and swapping stories of how our lives had transpired up to this point. I learned that she had an adorable little boy. I also learned she wasn't particularly far away. I liked her from the beginning.
The following January, she came for a visit with her little boy. I was delighted to get to see and talk to her in person after all those years. Not long after her visit, we were wanting to hang out more, but by ourselves. We'd go and hangout at Fushion Bubble Tea on Mill Plain, or go to the movies. The first time we hung out by ourselves, we went back to her apartment and watched The Count of Monte Cristo and we shared a Bertolli frozen dinner together. We were dating long before anyone knew of it. I loved hanging out with her. She was very fun, bubbly, and passionate about life. It was refreshing to be with someone who got it. There was so much I was wanting to find out about her. Every moment with her was priceless. I remember one of the first times we went to the movies, we were nervous as all get out. It was all we could do to text back and forth. We chose Inception. The movie was spectacular and she was a merry bel-esprit lady.
It was around the beginning or middle of August, when I made the choice to move in with her marking the beginning of when the flying-of-the-nest really initiated. Not between Tara and I, but between us and family members and certain former friends. Stuff about how it wasn't right to be spending the night with someone of the opposite sex, or things such as them exclaiming, "I was up nearly all night so worried about you!", or "why didn't you call?!" Thing is, my family had in their head, I was still a child. A child docile, and innocent child that was being fooled. They believed me to be the victim of the relationship and blamed Tara for everything as if I was incapable of choose how in the circumstance. No matter how you'd explain the situation, they held on to the idea that I was being rushed into something and I wasn't prepared. In truth, it was they who were not prepared for the tenacity exhuming from a quiet and introverted soul as I. The good boy who never did anything wrong. The good role model. The me that they knew. The boy that made all the right choices, and who never questioned authority no matter what was asked of him. But reality is, I wasn't even close to who they knew me to be. Yes, I would say how I felt, but never really let them know me for who I was on the inside. I was fed the feedback of not feeling allowed to speak my mind truly. My life, up to that point, was full of complete agreement with them and them alone.
So, you could only imagine what the proverbial carbonation eruption of emotions in the soda bottle was like.
My time of 'moving-out' and 'rebellion' had landed on the time of me moving in with Tara. They, (almost everyone I knew) blamed her for my so called, new ideas, new word-choice, the questioning of my faith, my disagreement with authority, et cetera. She was blamed for it all, because they forgot that I'm a person myself as well and can think on my own and determine on my own, as a typical human being does. I was bombarded with Bible-verse-drops, Christianese phrases: "Do not have the appearance of evil", or "Be in the world, and not of it", "You need to be a leader/example to others." Evidently I wasn't living up to their declared 'standards.' I wasn't born into this planet to please them. There were people who outwardly spoke against us, and there were those who stood quiet in the background and said nothing.
If you are interested, please stay in-tune for the second half of this article.
:) Blessed be!
If you are interested, please stay in-tune for the second half of this article.
:) Blessed be!
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