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Anything Goes
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Straight Female / 37
This is just about how I met my husband.
I was in jury duty and it was a horrid day outside. We got reseated alphabetically. This man sat beside me, he was for me an old man, but as much as I tried to ignore him he wanted to talk. He got me to tell him my life story, including that I was unemployed and I had a two year old and I lived with my mother. I could have gotten out of jury duty because of the baby, but I just needed to get out of the house, so my mother kept the baby that day.
He told me some about him, not a lot. But he was manager in a big company and he owned his house and he was widower with two grown kids, the daughter was a recent college graduate and gainfully employed.
We were never called and we were released about 11 a.m. As we walked out he asked me if I wanted a sandwich at the shop around the corner from the courthouse. I accepted because I was hungry and I didn't want to go home.
He never shut up, he asked a thousand questions and he had a comment about all the ways I had screwed up, in particular about getting pregnant with a 'two bit loser', as he put it. What could I say, he was right, I just didn't like having my nose rubbed in it.
Slowly he told me a bit about himself and his dead wife. He really loved her, and he was real lonely that she was gone.
He joked, he said he needed a wife and I needed a life so maybe we should just get married and we would both be better off.
Except it didn't turn out to be a joke, he got serious and since we were at the courthouse, he took me upstairs to the county clerk's office and he got a marriage license and we signed it. He told me to meet him at the courthouse on Friday because we needed to wait three days to get married.
I never intended to go back to the courthouse. But on Friday I was restless as hell and I asked my mom to take care of the baby and I drove around and ended up at the court house. He was sitting on the bench outside. I got married that morning.
He took me to see my new house and after he showed me around, he told me that we had nothing to lose by trying. We went in his car to my mother's house so he could meet the baby and we could get some stuff. That night I slept in my new house. I never went back to live with my mother, at the age of 28 I was married to a 52 year old man who I had met three days earlier.
I am married and I have two more kids, and in our house we have keep some pictures of his first wife in the guest room. This is now my house and he is now my husband.
I was in jury duty and it was a horrid day outside. We got reseated alphabetically. This man sat beside me, he was for me an old man, but as much as I tried to ignore him he wanted to talk. He got me to tell him my life story, including that I was unemployed and I had a two year old and I lived with my mother. I could have gotten out of jury duty because of the baby, but I just needed to get out of the house, so my mother kept the baby that day.
He told me some about him, not a lot. But he was manager in a big company and he owned his house and he was widower with two grown kids, the daughter was a recent college graduate and gainfully employed.
We were never called and we were released about 11 a.m. As we walked out he asked me if I wanted a sandwich at the shop around the corner from the courthouse. I accepted because I was hungry and I didn't want to go home.
He never shut up, he asked a thousand questions and he had a comment about all the ways I had screwed up, in particular about getting pregnant with a 'two bit loser', as he put it. What could I say, he was right, I just didn't like having my nose rubbed in it.
Slowly he told me a bit about himself and his dead wife. He really loved her, and he was real lonely that she was gone.
He joked, he said he needed a wife and I needed a life so maybe we should just get married and we would both be better off.
Except it didn't turn out to be a joke, he got serious and since we were at the courthouse, he took me upstairs to the county clerk's office and he got a marriage license and we signed it. He told me to meet him at the courthouse on Friday because we needed to wait three days to get married.
I never intended to go back to the courthouse. But on Friday I was restless as hell and I asked my mom to take care of the baby and I drove around and ended up at the court house. He was sitting on the bench outside. I got married that morning.
He took me to see my new house and after he showed me around, he told me that we had nothing to lose by trying. We went in his car to my mother's house so he could meet the baby and we could get some stuff. That night I slept in my new house. I never went back to live with my mother, at the age of 28 I was married to a 52 year old man who I had met three days earlier.
I am married and I have two more kids, and in our house we have keep some pictures of his first wife in the guest room. This is now my house and he is now my husband.
