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The Story of Us

We went to a get-together last night to meet the neighbors who moved in across the street last month. It was kinda cool, as we learned new stuff about the neighbors we’ve known for awhile At one point, the stories began of how each couple had met, which I found most intriguing. You see, yesterday was the 20th anniversary of the day Spouse and I met. So while our story was very pertinent to the day, I’m always interested to hear how other couples come together.

February 3, 1996…..Two of my friends and I decided to drive to a big city (I lived in a rather rural suburb with almost zero night life) an hour away, to a big country bar we’d been hearing about for years. Girls Night Out. Oh yeah. I was a  year off a rough break-up, completely NOT wanting a new relationship. I just wanted to hang out and have fun with my friends. But not long after we walked in, each grabbed a beer, and found a good spot to people watch, three guys walked by. I caught eyes with one of them, but that was it. A bit later, we moved to a different spot. Those boys walked by again. And then they walked by again. After the third pass, that guy I’d caught eyes with walked up to me. I don’t even remember exactly what he said, but we started talking, and pretty  much hung out much of the rest of the night. I liked him enough to exchange phone numbers, but I was clear I didn’t want a boyfriend, nor really to date anyone, especially someone who lived an hour away.

We talked on the phone for a couple hours the next day, which would set a pattern. We talked pretty much every day, and a few weeks later, began getting together on the weekends. I was adamant what I did on my time was none of his business. While I didn’t date anyone else, I didn’t want to be accountable in the least. That went on for about six months, during with time he was by my side for a minor surgery I had to have, when my dad was in the hospital, my birthday, and a few fun weekend trips. Finally, in August, I think he’d had enough. He told me he wasn’t going to hang out any longer, invest any more emotion if I wasn’t willing to give back the same. I realized I didn’t want to be with anyone else. We were officially Boyfriend & Girlfriend. Just over two years after that day, we were married. And the rest, as that old cliche says, is history. Five moves, three kids, 17 years of marriage…..twenty years since we locked eyes. And that’s the story of us…..

4 thoughts on “The Story of Us

  1. That was a wonderful story of love. I’ve been with my husband for 30 years -and I still love him. And, sometimes -I hate him. It all depends upon the day -and what he says or does that makes me love him or hate him. but then, love and hate go hand in hand. That was how I knew to get out of my first marriage. I didn’t love him or hate him -I just felt nothing.

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