Saturday, August 22, 2009

....and the story continues

Okay, so my hubby read the blog and he thinks that I left out an important part of our story. He would like for me to share the story of our first kiss. I should have known he was a KEEPER when we were on the front porch of my parent's house saying goodnight, he looks at me and says, "I'd like to kiss that okay?" Of course I said "YES". It was fireworks when he kissed me and afterwards he looked at me and I looked at him and we both smiled and then he kissed me again! Isn't that so sweet! He's the only boy that ever asked first if he could kiss me (not that I had a bunch of boys beating the door down to kiss me but .....well, anyway).

(Blast from the from my Senior Year)

So, back to the story where I left off. I wrote him a Dear John letter (in August) while he was in Germany. Looking back now I can't believe that I was that cruel. I don't know what was wrong with me. That part of my life and the two years that followed it I have a hard time remembering. Ricky says it's my brain's way of trying to protect me from (some of) the not so nice things that happened to me during that time. I wrote him the letter and all he could do was write letters back. As I mentioned in my previous post, he was not able to call me on the phone at that time. So written correspondence was all we had. We actually continued to write back and forth for quite a while. We continued to tell each other that we loved each other but I had already been sucked into a BAD relationship (that scarred me for life) and I thought I was doing the right thing, thought this other guy loved me, blah, blah, blah.....
In November of that year Rick totally surprised me by showing up at my parent's house on a Friday. He was in Germany and he shows up in Greensburg!!!! Meanwhile, I am 3 hours from home at college (Vincennes, IN). It just so happen that I was coming home for a visit that weekend but Rick didn't know that and to top it all off....guess who my ride home from college was? The guy that I was dating at the time! I happened to call my dad before leaving Vincennes, why I don't know but I called...mind you, this is before cell phones so it wasn't like my dad could just call me! Anyway, I call my dad, tell him we are about to head home and he says, "Rick is here"....SAY WHAT???? I would find out later that he had escorted prisoners home from Manheim, Germany. He took a month's worth of leave to come to Indiana to try to straighten things out with me. I arrived home LATE that night to find that Rick had been there all day waiting on me and visiting with my parents.
I would like to be able to tell you that when I came in the house and saw Rick standing there that I begged him for forgiveness and we lived happily ever after but NO.......I was not that smart. Instead I greeted him with attitude, questioning him why he was here and then proceeded to not listen to him try and tell me why he was there. After less than a half hour of talking I watched him drive away. And I didn't see him again for 20 years.
Okay, I know you are thinking it, go ahead and say it, "Girl, you have no heart!" Yup, that's what I think now too! At the time I was not myself and I'm not just saying that as a cop out. Now, all these years later when Rick and I talk about that crazy, mixed up time in my life he tells me, "I don't know who you were then but your were not my Sweet Pea" and I have to agree. Maybe it is good that I can't remember everything about that time in my life but it is frustrating to not remember why you hurt someone that you love and care about so very much? I have so many questions most of which cannot be answered.

Next we reconnected 20 years later.


  1. I never knew all of this. . . very interesting :)

  2. hhmmmmmm....I just figured everyone had heard the story!