Another documented ‘Thoughts From Years Past’ that reflects what was going on in my life at a particular time. My post ‘I want to write a book’ describes my desire to write a book and several times in the past started this process, without proceeding very far. In my post ‘Thoughts From Years Past.10’, I ended with ‘My dream changed due to life throwing an unexpected curve along the way.’
The following documentation is a continuation of those pages.
Thoughts I wrote from September, 2004 – (edited from original writing to not disclose specific location)
So why did we get married at the age of 18 and with me having my senior year of high school left? I know we got married ultimately for the right reasons but at that moment in time for the wrong reasons. I know my life would have been very different if we had not gotten married that summer. Another road would have been traveled if it were not for a hot spring evening in late May or early June. We were miniature golfing and having a good time. I told her I was bored with life and needed a change. I had given myself and her three options for making this change. Option one: rob a bank, option two: kill myself, or option three: get married. Well I guess she did not want the first two options to take place so we decided to get married. Within a couple of weeks we got our blood tests, the marriage license and on June 16, 1978 we heading over to the nearest town to the Justice of the Peace who married us. We both cried out of joy and fear. She had told her mom prior to that day and I told my mom right before I left the house. Those are the only people that knew what was taking place that day. I remember my mom crying and not understanding why I wanted this. How would I be able to continue school and survive? I could not really answer her questions, so I left and did what I felt I needed to do. After eloping it was time to face the new father-in-law. This was going to be tough; he was a religious man that would not understand our reasons. He was a man I really did not know well and in some way was intimated by. The meeting was tough, and I had to explain why we did it, telling him “I love your daughter.” We all survived and years later I came to know a man of great character and goodness.
….to be continued….
(more about my marriage in this post: My Marriage)