How Two Became One

I’ve known who Jesse was for awhile.  I waitressed at a VERY popular all night diner that everyone came too.  Jesse and his first wife used to come in for coffee all the time. 

At the time I was with my ex-boyfriend, Jade.  Jesse’s ex-wife, Anna started up an affair with Jade’s close friend Brian.  Jesse and Anna divorced not too long after. 

Jade and I broke up and I was single.  Doing my single thing (something that I’m not very proud of) I got myself into a situation.  I didn’t watch my drink at a local bar and someone slipped me the date rape drug.  I woke up in a cabin on a near by lake, I lost my car (which I later found), so I started walking to town.  Apparently I looked like crap because a cop stopped to see if I was okay.  I started crying hysterically and explained what happened (what I could remember) he brought me to the ER and they did a rape kit.  It was positive. 

Thinking of it now, it doesn’t bother me.  I would never claim that I was raped.  I remember nothing.  I remember having one beer at the bar and then waking up.  Nothing in between.  They never did find the guys who rented the cabin, I took the morning after pill just in case (my views have changed now about this tremedously) and some advil for the soreness. 

There were three side affects of that night…well, four if you count the hang over…a nasty yeast infection and chlamydia (which is now gone) and a very short lived fear of dark haired men.  My hands, back, armpits and upper lip would get all sweaty and I would get very dizzy. 

My room mate and cousin decided that we needed a vaction and we went to stay in a hotel/casino.  It was the exact medicine I needed.  We left, I felt rejuvinated and refreshed and completely put the unfortunate events out of my mind. 

We came back to town, I was supposed to meet someone at the bar for dinner.  I walked in and everyone started asking me how I was.  I became dizzy and memories started flooding back. 

I passed out and Jesse caught me.  I came too, opened my eyes and looked at him.  At that second, I knew that I was going to marry him.

We hung out for a month before we started dating, which was in July.  We moved in together in August.  We had the talk where we discussed everything.  What we wanted, what we didn’t want, our hope and our dreams.  We talked about our families and the families that we dreamed of having.   Jesse did mention something that I didn’t expect. 

He said that he didn’t ever want to get married again.  After what had happened with his last marriage, he said that he didn’t believe in it anymore.   That he wouldn’t ever do it again.  I was crushed, but knew that I was ment to be with him…that I needed to be with him.  I was happy as long as we were together, forever.  And that was fine with me. 

Not too long after the talk I learned that I was pregnant.  Yes, we discussed that we wanted to have children as soon as possible.  Knowing (and not sharing with Jesse) that I had pcos, I really didn’t think that it would happen so soon.  But it did!!!

After we found out that Kylie was a baby girl, we were talking about baby names.  Jesse said that the only thing that he would veto was names that began with a ”b”.  Because it would sound silly with his last name.  I turned my head and kind of looked at him and said “We’re not married, she’s going to have my last name” 

I made it perfectly clear that it wasn’t a “You marry me, or she’ll have my last name” kind of thing.  I was just looking into the future.  God forbid that something happen to us, we break up or whatever.  Then here I am, with our child that has a different last name than myself.  No way. 

I explained it to him and in two weeks, we were engaged. 

We were married in a very private “secret” ceremony and gave birth via cesearan section just over 2 months later…and haven’t looked back since.