Thirty years ago today I married. A man five years older than me, good looking and had a car and some money! I was barely 18.
It was a small wedding at my parents house. Christmas was the theme. Only giving two weeks prior notice to my Mom, she did a splendid job. I was very money conscience. My flower bill was a little over thirty dollars and my whole wedding cake looked like the top of most wedding cakes! But there was lots of liquor and food!!!
I was supposed to work that day as I just had started new job. I woke up and could not move. I mean it was like my back was paralyzed. So I called in sick!!! I did my own make-up and hair. Redoing my hair, till the third time was right.
My mom came upstairs and said I could back out if I wanted to.......Now is the time, she said. And my stepdad came up and asked if there was anything he needed to know before I married. I said NO, I am not pregnant, We are in a hurry to marry so James can write me off as a tax deduction. But, I could not let it go at that, and had to spill the beans that James was in trouble for drugs and he would be going to court for it and possibly jail and there would probably be fines and I went on and on and my stepdad just looked at me and said....Well we won't tell your mother this!!!!
My two best girlfriends were there..... and my sister was my maid of honor. We married in the living room in front of a lit fireplace with poinsettas on the mantle. The fireplace was going and all of us huddled in there, we almost died of heat stroke. I wore a green long skirt, my sis wore red....with pretty shiney off white tops. I lost a whole skirt size in two weeks and my mom had to take it in......what I would not give for that teeny tiny waist now.
It was a big party afterwards and me and my husband finally realized we were supposed to be the first ones to leave. We went home as we were already living together.
A terrible dust storm came through and dirt and dust stuck to all the shaving cream and crap that was on our car. And now our landlady knew we lied to her when we rented the place(telling her we were married) and gave us grief about that. We lived in a duplex and she would sometimes comment that she could here us having sex.
We spent about three hours in line at the car wash before leaving to go to Blanchard Springs in NW Arkansas to go to a cave and look at batshit......That really is about all I remember about that trip.
My new husband had to work the next day, Sunday so we had to come home!
December 8, 1978 we had our first son.
Twenty years ago this month my divorce was final!!!
I still carry the same last name of the man that fathered my five kids. I have never remarried.
I wonder if he remembers today would have been our thirty year anniversary.
Asshole, he is still an asshole.
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