The Back story.

It was the summer of 1991.

I lived in Orange County California, and he lived in Dallas County Texas.

At the old age of 14, (instants puppy love, for him).

We probably met briefly at the wedding (which took place in Texas), his cousin was marrying my aunt… I know you’re thinking…GROSS right?! Welp but we weren’t the ones related…

So the longest love running story begins…

I was to be spending the summer with my grandma, in Texas. 

He started calling me, reaching out to me, visiting me while I was babysitting by baby cousins, we’d see each other at my family’s weekend house gatherings, and we were planning to live on love while meeting each other up at a Kmart garden center (another back side note: his dad was good friends with my uncle) 

***fast forward a few weeks*** 

I got "deported" back to home for the rest of the summer... 

But the love story started and continues from there.

After two years of many long distance phone calls and many many snail mail letters later,

I was on a greyhound bus to Dallas Texas. 

We got culturally married at the ripe old age of 16.

The next 24 years we moved to the upper Midwest.

It was a great life. I appreciate. 

We raised our four children, developed lots of close relationships with family and friends, built up his IT career, I built a successful adult day care business, we snuck in a few investment properties, we traveled a lot, ate at very fancy restaurants, WE LIVED THE LIFE.

AND NOT only did we enjoy our life of luxury and abundance with our kids, we enjoyed it with all of our younger siblings and friends.

IT WAS A RAP STAR LIFE

It was a long running rich 24 years.

And then it he got too far gone, house parties that were mostly weekends, started to begin mid week.  He became more irate.  He became less involved in ‘family time‘.

Everything has a way of catching up and showing up 2017 he lost his job. 

We were in Boston, on our 24th anniversary trip, with our kids.

This was the trip that he was claiming be working, staying back every chance he could, at the Airbnb, while I was out with the kids touring, exploring, eating. 

And then HE GOT FIRED!

At first, I was on his side. I was upset and mad, with and for him.  I just didn’t know.

What comes next  I never expected .

While he was unemployed next few months

I was patient and understanding.

He had been working his whole life for us .

But during those few months, the house parties begin during the week.

The kids and I wake up to a big drunk mess.

But we go on our way to work and school  then we come home to a big party .

Imagine those days.

But we manage to stay focused on what we need to do, and not so much on him.

Then Thanksgiving comes and goes…

Thanksgiving weekend he’s out all weekend, with random friends, to  who knows where 

Then Monday after Thanksgiving his ‘friend’ brings him home, 

apparently they came back to get my car in the middle of the night sometime 

cuz he fucked up his car from driving drunk and under other substances 

His friend, obviously intoxicated also, apologizes for bringing back my car in a messy condition 

At this moment HE is out cold in the shower while his friend apologizes, feeling guilty

telling me all the things that happened

AND slips up and tells me that HE took out his $45,000 from his 401k from the job that he got fired from, and that's how they got to party up with his friends the last few months 

(drugs and alcohol  paying for their living  none of them was working from what I could see  I’m making good money to pay my bills without help from him)

I didn’t have time for their shit

I had to leave for work

and what I found in my car

(after they just brought back from whatever they were doing all night long)

*** to be continued in my blogs, the story gets heartbreaking…

Thank you for reading this far.