May 1, 2017
Eighteen years ago I married my best friend.
Confused? I think most of you guys know my story but I know I recently picked up a few stragglers (welcome to the crazy train! woohoo!) and so it’s only fair that I give you guys a better idea of what my life is about.
Jason and I started dating when we were 15 years old and anyone who has ever done it knows what I’m talking about when I say we became each other’s family, because that’s what happens when you hold hands with someone through the transformation and evolution of the child-to-adult years. We weren’t sure where one of us started and where the other ended.
We got married on May 1st, 1999 when we were 20 and 21 years old, and then had our first son Jake in September of 2000.
Some people get married for all the right reasons, and it doesn’t work out. Some people get married for all the wrong reasons and it settles in like a pair of well-worn leather boots. I’m not sure why our marriage didn’t work out in the end. I mean, I can speculate, and I have no doubt that there are a few friends and family members that can and most certainly have cast their votes, but at the end of the day, I mean, who really gives a shit why? One person’s why could be another person’s grace. Baking bread at an elevation of 8000 ft is a lot different than baking bread at sea level, but bakers in either state are still liable to start a goddamn fire in the kitchen.
Divorce is ugly. As Chris Farley often said, “That’s gonna leave a bit of a mark.” But I’m thankful for the part Jason and his family played in my life. There are a few of them that I miss so much that my chest physically hurts. I’m over the frigging moon for the kids that Jason gave me, and I know he is too; they’re incredible people.
I love how even though we’ve both started new chapters, by the gift of grace we are still able to flip back to the dogeared pages and inhale the familiar scent of all the good times.
This song gives me all the feels, the good ones, the bad ones, the ugly ones. But it’s healing. Have a listen, but have some snot-rags nearby!
This post was for you, Molly Rose! 🙂