6" x 6" Watercolor & Ink
from PMP photo by William F. Martin called "Padlock Gate"
Got a few requests for deets on the wedding. Ok...here goes. I married Jeff. Yeah, I know. Who'd a thunk it? Certainly not me. We were just friends and it never ever occurred to me that it would be more. We've been hanging out since August 2014, just after M and I decided to divorce. He made it clear it was friends only and he had no interest in me other than that. Most of the time I was ok with it. But I admit that my feelings were growing and I knew it. I walked away once, maybe October 2014 (my divorce was final October 10, 2014) because he kept hammering on that just friends idea even when I didn't say a word about my feelings. It pissed me off. Let it go, man. I'm not pushing for more than friendship. We didn't talk for two weeks after I walked out of his place. Just put my shoes on and said, "Gotta go." He was mad at me for that one! Didn't feel I needed to explain why I was upset. Who cared?
We had a great Christmas even though I was still staying in M's house (which he has since lost) because he was out on the road driving a semi (since he'd lost his degreed field job). Just after SuperBowl 2015, I realized that I couldn't make this man love me and I knew I did love him. So I sent him a text saying that I had to step back. I had to be ok with just friends and needed the time to do just that. He was quite upset!! We went six weeks without talking. I missed his friendship terribly. But I needed to accept just friends. After about 6 weeks, he texted me to ask if I would still be a reference for him on job applications. I replied and said of course I would be happy to do that.
We slowly began talking via text, then went out to play pool one night. I realized I really was ok with just friends. I needed that friendship. It meant quite a bit to me. I even had tried one date to prove that to myself. Then I realized on that date that I was miserably uncomfortable and had to follow my heart. Even if it never went anywhere, my heart was caught and that was that.
Then in July 2015 we went down to Chattanooga for 3 day 4th weekend and visited Ruby Falls. We slept in same room, separate beds. He was sick and crabby but we still had a great time. The weekend after that one, we decided to go up to Wisconsin and Cave of the Mounds. Then I knew he had enjoyed the cave experience as I had. And will wonders never cease, but that is the weekend we became more than friends.
We spent lots of time on Jeff's bike together. I was invited up to Lake Geneva where we celebrated his mom's 80th birthday (Labor Day weekend) and I met all of Jeff's brothers and their wives, with one exception. He has one brother who lives in Arizona whom I have not yet met. Hopefully one day. Sometime in early December, Jeff asked me to move in with him and never wanted me to go home. I had my apartment though so I would stay in both places, but mostly just going home to get more clothes. In February of this year, I moved lock, stock, and barrel into a storage unit and Jeff's place. We got married May 6th of 2016, 19 months after my divorce. How time flies!
It isn't all peaches and cream, let me assure you. He's a strongly opinionated man. I try to keep my opinions to myself but if you put me down, I only take it so long. I am stubborn and after a bit of kowtowing, I grow a backbone. Basically, I have my own issues with our age difference and my looks and the insecurities are sometimes more than I can honestly bear. He can lecture as well as my parents used to do. But bottom line, I am wildly attracted to my husband and I love him so very much it hurts. His mom tells me she has never known her son to be happier than since he met me. (Sometimes I wonder!!! LoL)
I changed jobs in May of this year because the commute was killing me where I used to work. Now I'm 15 miles from home but the commute still sucks. Takes 45 minutes to get to work and I took a $0.50/hour pay cut on top of it. Jeff works as a paraprofessional at a school for handicapped kids. He hasn't had luck finding a medical assistant job but he does have a lead on a part-time job doing just that through one of our instructors from school. I hope he gets it because he really needs the experience and I think that is where his heart lies.
Jeff makes slot car bodies and slot cars for his own collection. His art, his craft, his hobby. I'm so proud of his abilities with that.
I have managed to pass the motorcycle driving test at the DMV, at last. I had a Honda Shadow but just recently traded it in for a Heritage Ultra Classic, 2012 model, tequila sunrise color. I love it! I have fallen on it once (stupid stupid stupid) trying to do a U-turn and slipping off side of road because I didn't turn wheel sharp enough. Almost thought I was going down yesterday because the light changed suddenly and I locked the brakes, fishtailed, then decided to hit throttle and go through. Needed a diaper change after that! (Ok, not really but boy was I shaking.)
My mom just went through some serious health issues culminating in open heart surgery. She is finally going home tomorrow and seems to be feeling much better. She still has staples in her chest though.
With my job hours I am having a tough time finding space to do any art. My home is not really feeling like my home because it contains more than 20 years of bachelor Jeff. He owes more than its worth (1 BR condo) so odds of buying house together isn't looking really good at this time. Maybe never.
So...enough about me for now. I have some lovely photos of Jessie's most recent art that I will share next post. I really do want to get back to trying to do some art and did save a bunch of still life types of images from Paint My Photo to try to work on. I doubt this piece will sell, but I may give it a whirl and see if anything comes of it. Thanks for reading and you deserve a medal if you got through all of my drivel. Miss you all!