I want to share a story with you, my story.
I am from Missouri, so is my husband. We went to middle school together as well as high school. We have liked each other since high school, when dating was a joke pretty much. After high school we lost touch as I was in my first real relationship and he was, well a man. After while, through Facebook nonetheless, we got back in touch(after the end of my relationship of course). He would text me once a month or once every two months just to say “hey.”
I, just being out of my first serious relationship and also 19 years old and fresh in college, wanted to meet people and have fun. For about a year this went on, just texting every so often with a “Hey, what’s up?”
One time we were Facebook chatting, probably due to lack of anything else to do, and we confessed our high school crushes for each other. And we lived happily ever after…nope not quite.
We went back to the once a month text. We would see each other in bars and flirt like our lives depended on it, but it was like neither of us wanted anything serious and for what ever reason weren’t willing to take the next step with each other. Thankfully we never played games with each others head!
Continuing with our ritual, I was 22 and not satisfied with my life. I could no longer afford school so I was full time at my job, doing a job I was so bored with(after doing it for 3 years). I worked at Menards, as a Head Cashier. I was bored. And then an opportunity came up to go to another city and set up a store, 3 hours away from home. I would work 8-8 Monday through Friday and come home for the weekends. Gas, hotel, and per diem paid. I took it in January of 2011. It consisted of an 4 week set up period, a week of soft opening(not to the public), and a week of grand opening. After that store set, another in the same city started directly after and I signed up. I was BANKING some money.
In April a job as a 1st Assistant Front End Manager opened up at the first store I had set up in this city 3 hours away from home. This meant if I applied and got the job, I would not only get a promotion, I would skip a level(2nd Assistant). Well I applied and I got it! I moved to Kansas.
I officially took the job/started in May of 2011. I was moved in to a cute little one bedroom apartment a week later.
My birthday is June 8. A friend from home came up, or down rather to see me on my birthday. He came the night before. I know what you are thinking, this is the husband??
Nope, it gets better.
I woke up on my birthday with a text message from John(who is now currently my husband), it said “Happy Birthday,” like everyone else sent me. Followed by, “Did you move to Wichita?”
“Ummm, yes?” -me
“And you live in Newport Apartments?”-him
“Um….yea?”-me
Okay time for a bit of back story, I have driven the same car since 2006, he knew this. Seeing a car just like mine(dents and all), and MO license plates, he put two and two together, as I had announced my promotion and move on Facebook, like any social media “whore” would. Now he did not know I lived in that specific apartment complex, as I would not have announced that.
John worked for a lawncare company and happened to be out at that apartment complex training/checking on some landscapers. He had never been out to this specific apartment complex to work previously.
Continuing on with the story…. He babbled something about if my window faced north or west or some specific direction I may see him.
I am like WTF, no way.
I look out my window and lo and behold, is John.
I walk out my door, bed head and all.
“Are you kidding me?”-me
He explains to me his mom lives here and has lived here for quite some time and he moved here a year or so ago.
Crazy right? Fate….
He asks me to dinner, being that it is my birthday. I say no, I have a friend here, blah, blah, blah.
We keep in touch over the next few weeks, soon we are hanging out every night. He stays over every night. We still have not even kissed-not once.
He sleeps in my bed for 3 weeks and not one kiss.
I meet his mom after the 3rd week, and then…. well, we kissed…
That was when I made a mistake. I was making a good amount of money for a single 22 yr old female, and I wanted to have fun. John and I were NOT committed at this point. We were “talking.”
So I decided to hang out with some guys at the pool and drink Summer Brew, this is delicious and dangerous. I got WAY to drunk and flirted with a guy….in front of John.
Lesson learned when I woke up from a 6 hour drunken coma and John was still there after watching me flirt with a guy, throw up, and pass out. He waited and even got me food.
I think he loved me then.
I wanted Dr. Pepper and McDonald’s french fries. He took me to get them. This is like midnight mind you.
The next day I woke up and told him I was sorry, I felt horrible, and I was ready to commit to him, and him alone.
5 months later he got down on one knee and proposed(that’s another story :))
August 25, 2012 I married my soul mate.
I always wanted to believe in fate and soul mates, but really? In a society like ours it’s hard to have faith in such silly things, but I held on to my hope. I have to say now I honestly believe there is a soul mate for every one and they are out there.
After 11 some years of knowing each other and fate taking us to the same city, at the same time, on my birthday of all days it is hard to deny.
Not only that but I knew from the day I told him I wanted to commit to him, that he was the one. Maybe we moved fast, only 5 months after all. But when you know, you know.
We have an amazing relationship, not without the ups and downs of life, but never have I looked back and thought I should have waited or any other should haves. I have never wondered if I made the right choice, I always knew I did.
John and I fight over finances… that is about it.
I feel I have a pretty damn perfect relationship, brought to my by fate.
Keep on believing!
wandersawaytrista 