We were barely nineteen. I was a sophomore in college and he was a junior. I had fallen madly in love with his roommate the year before. When I was suddenly dumped, Bill was there to console me. He would come over to my dorm and we would sit in the lounge and talk.
Then we began to go out together and one thing led to another. In a few months he was talking marriage. He bought me an engagement ring and took me home to meet his parents. Later I got cold feet and tried to break it off. We were standing outside the dorm after a date and I handed him back his ring, which he proceded to throw into the mud. Being the practical person that I am, I picked it up and thought I would give it to him next day when he was sober.
By the time I saw him next day I had calmed down and he talked me into keeping it. Over a month before the semester was at an end, we decided to not wait until summer to tie the knot. We each had a function to go to in a small city about an hour or so away. So I signed out to stay there with friends. He had borrowed a friends car to get there.
We looked up a Methodist church and went to the parsonage in the evening. Turned out to be a minister I knew from my MYF days. He called in his wife to be a witness. After he questioned us a little, he went ahead and preformed the ceremony. I wore a pale blue suit.
The next day we went back to school and told no one. My ex-roommate had gotten married and lived in a trailer on campus. She allowed us to spend the night with them one night. And Bill's boss at the paper let us spend a night at her house. I think it was then that I told my house mother.
When school was out for the summer we went to my home and stayed with my folk for about a month. Bill painted the house for Dad. Then we went to his folk for the rest of the summer. He got a job where his dad worked and the next year he went into the military. I took my baby and stayed with my parents while he was in pilot training for a year & a half. From there we proceded to his base on the west coast. After Christmas he moved out and later filed for divorce. Our baby died before that was final and I went home to start a new life.
Moral of the story is: grow up before you get married and if you have doubts.....don't!
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Comments: 9
Carol, your grandmother was right.
Shaunee, you know the feeling. Mine probably would not have lasted 3 1/2 years if we had had to live together the whole time. He was physically abusive. Slapped me right in front of his mother while I was pregant.
When my ex proposed my first thought was "Well, I can always get out of it" 20 yrs of a nightmare marraige later I finally got out 20 yrs!!!!l He was everything my parents wanted but he was a madman underneath.