A Classic Threat

Point B:

As you know our reunion journey would not be complete without this roadside stop. For quite a few of our high school friends this stop (or I think it was more like a pothole) will always be remembered as a "CLASSIC".

It was May of our Junior year and I became very suspicious that I was pregnant. Both your birth father and I were worried about this possibility but knew that we would get married as soon as possible. To us it was a "No Brainer". Before I could even go have a pregnancy test, you decided to not waste any time in letting me know how much you planned on influencing my life. Morning sickness hit me like there was no tomorrow. Plus I wasn’t going to call it "MORNING" sickness because you must have lost your clock. I was sick morning, noon and night. Whenever you got the urge, you passed it right along to me. Looking back on it I can’t believe that my mom or my two sisters never questioned me about maybe being pregnant. By Memorial Day, I had been to the doctor and had it officially confirmed. (NO at home pregnancy tests had not been invented yet.)

We made the decision to tell my parents first. We didn’t expect them to be happy about it and we were dreading telling them. But really how bad could it be? We had dated all through high school. We spent the majority of our free time together and a lot of it at my house. Neither of our families had ever voiced any concerns or dislikes about either of us. So once again ~~~ in our minds "After the shock, how bad can it go?". TRUST ME~~IT CAN & DID GO REALLY BAD WITH MY MOM !!! Although both of my parents were home only my mom was in the room when we told her the news. I can’t explain our reason for handling it this way. But my dad did overhear it when he was in the next room. However he didn’t join us in the kitchen. NOW COMES THE REALLY BAD BUT CLASSIC PART OF OUR STORY. Never in our wildest dreams could we have imagined what the first words would be out of my mom’s mouth. With the most serious face, she glared at your birth father and very loudly said "I’M GOING TO KILL YOU WITH THIS KITCHEN CHAIR!!!". Needless to say, we got out of there before she decided to look for a more dangerous weapon. I’m pretty sure she was still yelling her opinion to us the entire time we were leaving. However if I did hear any of it, I have completely blocked it out of my memory.

I am a firm believer that something good comes out of everything. I think two good things came out of this one SHOCKING THREAT of my mom’s. The first one is that after experiencing her reaction, everyone else’s seemed to be almost positive. The second one is that to us and our friends this one liner will ALWAYS be a "CLASSIC" part of (what to us) is my tragic story. Even after 47 years if there is a group of our friends together, someone is going to bring this memory up so we can have a little chuckle.

Point A:

I have always been hopeless romantic. I only dated a few boys in high school but each one of them was the "love of my life". Not all felt the same way. In fact one in particular didn’t even know we were dating... ok we weren’t, but I was deeply in love with him.

Most of the guys I fell for were older than me and ones that my parents definitely didn’t approve. I look back now and think I picked them mostly on the fact that my mother wouldn’t like them.

There was one in particular that my parents really disapproved. He is the one I mentioned above. My parents really had nothing to worry about since he did not reciprocate my feelings. This did not change the fact that I argued with my parents about my love for him.

One fight in particular was one for the record books and is often reference by my friends. My mother was forbidding me from seeing him and saying how he would amount to nothing. I was very dramatic and yelled "Well I don’t care if we live in a shack. I love him!"

From this point forward any time one of my friends had the opportunity they would say, "well I don’t care if we live in a shack."

I am not sure why I so deeply fell in love with every guy I dated but I am sure it probably has something to do with being adopted. Praise God that I found a great guy at 18, who also happened to be an adoptee. We are blessed to still be together 29 years later and going strong.

Image Descriptions

1. Image of red and silver retro dining chairs around a chrome-trimmed table. Text reads: “When you threaten to use a chair as your weapon, understand that you will end up with a reputation of a criminal.”

2. Image of a small wooden shack with a heart-shaped cutout in the door, set against rocky hills and bright blue sky. Text overlay: “Well I don’t care if I live in a shack.”