How I Met Your Father
13, that’s a small number right? Ha, in relationship time it’s not. The last 13 years have been the most insane, happy and loving of my life.This is how I met my children’s father
Back in high school, I was ambitious. I worked, went to school and had tons of friends. But that was years ago My friend, who is now my sister in law, decided I needed to meet her big brother.
The very first time I met him, he was asleep on his mom’s floor after a long night of drinking. (to clarify, he was the one drinking, not me.) He was right in the walkway, so I had no choice but to walk right over him. I did this a few times as he wouldn’t move. The last pass thru worked, I lifted my skirt and showed him my bathing suit covered ass.
Over the next few weeks, I spent as much time with his sister as I possibly could. Then I got an invite to go camping, and Matt was going to be there. Naturally, I said yes.
Camping was…. interesting. I was shy. He was shy. It also happened to be his 20th birthday. His sister thought it would be great if she “gave” me to him as his birthday present. That night was our first kiss.
Happily Ever After
Over the next few weeks, we spoke every chance we got. sometimes we would talk for hours. I seriously couldn’t get enough of him. I concocted a plan to spend a weekend with him. Told the parents we would be camping and they were gone for the weekend. we partied so much that weekend I’m amazed the only thing that happened was his windshield getting broken out. (ever since his family has called me windy)
(kids, don’t do what I did. Do not lie to your parents- ever. It will live with you for years)
After that weekend, we spent every weekend together. He would drive an hour and a half getting 10 mpg to pick me up from work Friday and again Sunday to bring me home. I slowly started to leave my stuff there and one day, I just didn’t go home.
My heart is now full
Meeting Matt has changed everything about my life. He gave me two beautiful children (who are sometimes the spawn of satan himself, but they are my spawns) and a life most women would kill for.
What’s your story?
A good love story is never wasted on me. So share the love with me! Tell me your romantic “how I met my…” story. In this day and age, love seems to get overlooked in every way. That stops here. I am a firm believer that you get what you give and if you give love, you will get it back.
So here’s to the last 13 years and the rest of my life.