Jeremy and I met in high school. Typical football player-meets-cheerleader scenario. But you guyssss, I was SO into him. And then our lives were sort of moving in different directions as I began college, so we broke up. But we sort of kept dating, still so attached. And that’s when a surprise happened and our daughter first made it onto the scene. She was born and then he proposed. Lemmmeeee tell you… It was the worst proposal.. my husband isn’t the romantic type and its always so funny when people ask us to tell the story. Because it is seriously lame. Let me set the stage for you.
It was 2010. Our baby girl was only a few weeks old. We already picked out a ring and we just looked at a venue earlier in the day. I don’t even understand how our life is always backwards, but it is. I was attempting to put our daughter down for a nap in her crib, literally untangling our baby monitor for the first time when I hear the doorbell ring. I thought Jeremy had locked himself out so I opened the door laughing at him, cracker in my mouth, monitor in my hand. And homeboy is down on one knee asking me if I want to be his wife. I just started laughing, spraying crumbs everywhere because my mouth was so full I couldn’t even respond.
We got married a few months later and it was beautiful. Not just because the florals and the invitations and bridesmaid dresses were beautiful, but because it was legitimately one of the happiest days of my life. Marrying my best friend and legally becoming a family. Remembering that day evokes such an innocent emotion within me, thinking everything was going to be perfect. My family and friends celebrating our union after 4 years of dating on and off, having a baby at 19 and giving up my college education to stay home with my baby, I thought it would be smooth sailing. With the help of my parents we bought a house shortly after getting married, and our son was born in 2012. Things got a little tougher.
Fast forward to 2017 and this is where the hardest part begins.
We legally separated and then filed for divorce. Our marriage was in shambles and I felt like I’d never had a chance to dream, never had a chance to fly.