A Love Story featuring…Me?

This post will be extremely out of character for me, but blogs are meant to be free form and expansive so why not. I am in love for the last time in my life with the only woman I ever loved. This is a long story, but it’s a GOOD story so indulge me a few moments of your time.

This all begins back in 1982 when I met and married a beautiful hometown girl. She was 18 and I was 21. Some claimed we were too young, but when you’re in love who cares. We were blissfully happy for a while but then family struggles from her side and my side did their best to tear things apart. Sadly, they succeeded, even though neither of us wanted it to happen. Complicating matters was the fact that she was expecting our first child. He was a wanted child too. None of this ‘had to get married’ stuff for us. We WANTED this kid. Alas, before either of us realized what was happening, it was all over. After his birth, I did everything I was supposed to do, but never heard from her or anyone else. I assumed the family had turned her against me, and opted to stay out of things and allow her to raise our son without my input. I trusted her judgment enough to do that, and as you will soon read I was correct. Oh I kept tabs on them both from afar when I could, but never interfered. She later married and had three more children. I made some close runs at marriage, but never really could pull the trigger. Something just never felt quite right.

Cut to just one month ago when I received a note on Facebook from her. The first formal communication between us in 29 years. She was writing from California where she was living, and wanted to apologize and ask forgiveness for what happened all those years ago. When I saw the message, my heart stopped and I debated what to do. It took me several hours to answer her in what I hoped was a measured tone. She went on in additional messages to tell me her side of what transpired, which cleared some things up for me to say the least. Needless to say her intention was to open a line of communication between me and my now 28 year-old son. But the most unexpected development was the rekindling of our relationship again. It began with Facebook. Quickly escalated to phone calls, then a weekend together just to get to know each other again. Oh by the way. She drove from California to me in just 3 days to meet me. No one has ever done ANYTHING like that for me. It became abundantly clear we still loved each other deeply-no matter how much we each had tried to bury the past.

This past Labor Day weekend, I met my wonderful son for the very first time. He looks a lot like me, and he’s a fine young man, with an outstanding work ethic. All of that due to his Mother’s upbringing, and love. I told you I trusted her, and of course I was right. She did an amazing job with all of her kids. The most gratifying thing of all was that his Mom and I were able to do this together, and let him know how much we each wanted him.

So I am now in the process of acquiring the partner I wanted all along. She is still beautiful, and wonderful and I love her very much. A month ago, things were fine, but now things are much better. Didn’t I tell you this was a good story?