This weeks story is from a Twitter friend of mine @PlaiduhPus Who’s blog is of the same name! PlaiduhPus I was so happy when she sent me her story for this weeks Story To Tell Saturday. This story is really about Fate, and how sometimes we all just need someone else to believe in us. Here’s her story…
“My Version of Pretty Woman”
Joseph (DH) and I met when I was 21 and he was 22. At the time he was putting himself through grad school to be an aerospace engineer and I was happily working my way up through the ranks at a successful credit card company. We’d both suffered from unhealthy relationships in the past and around the same time in 2006, we gave up on love and romance…almost entirely. We both had dreams of settling down and raising a family but somewhere along the way I’d lost sight of that dream and had settled into bad habits and bad relationships. By the time I was 21 I didn’t recognize the person I was anymore and though I knew I still wanted to fall in love one day and marry a good man, I very much doubted a good man would want me…a woman with so many skeletons in her closet. Reluctantly, I joined an internet match making service in Autumn 2006. I didn’t anticipate any bites and after a few months stopped checking my emails. But in late January 2007, I pulled up my account to see if I’d recieved any “winks” or “smiles”. Much to my surprise, I had…just one. A smile from a good looking guy about 30 minutes away. That man was Joseph.
We fell for each other very quickly. It was the first time either of us had found someone who wanted all the same things in life and had all the same priorities. But only 5 months into our whirlwind love affair, the issues of my past crept back into my thoughts and I decided to run away from our relationship. I was insecure and didn’t feel good enough for him. He was an engineer and would one day be wildly successful. I on the other hand had next to nothing to offer. I barely graduated high school and came from a very broken home. I’d been reckless and foolish through my teen years. But he seemed so near perfect it was sickening. I thought breaking up with him would be the best thing for him. Like I was somehow doing him a favor. So I made up my mind to throw away the best thing that had ever happened to me: our love.
However…FATE had another idea. At the time I didn’t know I had PCOS but I had been told by several OBGYN’s since I was a teenager that conception would be difficult for me. I trusted Joseph completely so during the course of our relationship I didn’t use any birth control. And the week before I was set to move several states away from Joseph and start a new life, I recieved the best news anyone could ever ask for…I was pregnant. The conception of our daughter grounded me and proved to me that when love comes for you, even if you think you don’t deserve it, you should never push it away. Joseph always believed in our love and believed in me…he just needed a little extra help convincing me that I was worth loving…he got that help in the form of Abbi, our daughter. And every day since has been a lesson in life, love and moving on. It’s a long, hard journey, and sometimes I still look at Joseph and think, “Wow…what does this guy see in me?” But Joseph is always quick to remind me that it doesn’t matter where I’ve been, what I’ve done, or who I THINK I am…all that matters is who I really am deep down…the me he sees…the me he and Abbi are teaching me to see.
Thank you Tamera for sharing your story, and thank you all who have submitted stories to be included in future Story To Tell Saturday’s. I am looking for great stories about marriage. The REAL marriage. Meaning stories about date nights, and anniversaries, fights, and making up. To read more about what I am looking for, and the story behind this new segment, check out the original post here!