the rest of my story: Sorry it took so long, I had to go make some supper in there 
Boy #3
That was May 9th, 1981. We started 'going together' as of May 10th, 1981 we worked fast, hey? We went to the prom together in 1981, 1982 (for his Senior Prom), 1983 (for my Senior Prom) then in 1984 (Seniors were always invited back to the prom post-grade twelve). Gordon's dancing was ... well ... sad, when we first started up. All jerky and weird, and looked like he was having spasms of pain out on the dance floor. My brother, Michael, took me aside at that first prom and said, “Boy do we have our work cut out for us.” 
. By the second prom, he was doing a mean jitterbug, and a heavenly waltz (we learned that one on our own. Michael said, “No way, am I teaching a guy how to waltz!” Mum did though , it was a laugh a minute.
We went through a lot, together, before marriage even. He was my first 'in love' kiss, he was my first lover, he was my only lover, I was his only lover. We were intimate before marriage though 
. Not something I'm terribly proud of now, but I thought we'd done well to 'wait' as long as we did 
. We 'went together' and for nearly two years before intimacy took place. He did not pressure me, I was the one to take it to this step. At the point where physical intimacy took place, he had already asked me to marry him, several months earlier. Because of Wade, and the incest I had had to endure as a child, I insisted on not being pressured, and I would immediately cease our relationship, if he did pressure me. He waited, pretty patiently too. I thought since he had asked me to marry him, I'd said yes, we could safely go ahead now.
About four months after we began being physically intimate – I got pregnant. We actually used protection, but, well, it broke.. Gordon was pretty good about the whole thing though. He stuck by me, when everyone, even my own mother, turned viciously against me . .. us. My relationship with his mother, which had been wonderful, was totally rent, and took literally years to mend. Even mended it was never what it was in those first two years. We suffered a pretty bad miscarriage, in my 17th week, and I was devastated. For all we were young, we were both more than ready to take on the task of being parents. Once the shock had let go, we really embraced it. Everyone around us were just awful though. The whole thing changed me. I lost the baby in mid November of 1983. We named our son Daniel Gordon. If he had lived, we would now have a nearly 24 year old son!!!!
I left home in August of 1984, to begin University. I had little money, and needed it all to pay my tuition and expenses. When Gordon suggested the logical way to go, was for me to move in with him, I readily jumped at the idea. I was in love with love, in love with him, and in love with doing things my way! I moved in with Gordon, two weeks before my courses started. I never told my family – none of them. They never came to visit me in my new home in Bedford, N.S., so they never knew that I was living with Gordon. I'm not proud, just stating facts. Gordon's family knew, and readily accepted the situation. I learned later, about a week prior to our wedding, that his mother hoped we'd remain like that indefinitely. Gordon knew I wouldn't though.
His mother took me aside the day before our wedding, and in front of her husband, and two other family members said to me: "Gordon's Dad and I will not be giving you and Gordon a wedding present." I said that was fine, as my Mum couldn't afford to give us anything either – so that was all good. She then took great pains to explain further. She told me that though they could well afford to give us a wedding gift, they were choosing not to. I sort of blushed and said .. “Oh .... O Kay.” She continued telling me that they didn't want to see their hard earned money going to something that would inevitably leave the family in the next 2 – 3 years, when we divorced. She also asked me to seriously consider NOT having any children, as that would really messy up the works, when things went south. Let's just say, if I hadn't considered having children, I did now!!!! 
I looked to Gordon's Dad, who had tears in his eyes, and he gently shook his head, and turned away from me and his wife. I was heartbroken, and very nearly canceled the whole thing. I didn't think I was going to be able to handle this woman as my mother-in-law. Gordon heard about it – but not from me. He was livid and angry with his Mum, and supported me and stood by me through it all.
We were married in 1985, at 2:30pm. All morning the skies had simply pelted and drowned the land. I kept looking out thinking it's just going to be a disaster – all that humidity, all that rain .. all that water. Literally, 30 minutes before our wedding began, the rains dissipated, the sun came out high and strong, and dried up everything. The flowers were all still beaten down, but the day turned hot hot hot.
Side note: Earlier in the day, about 2 hours before I was to become his daughter-in-law, I was down at Gordon's parents place to pick up the pew markers. My FIL-2-B came quietly up to me in the back kitchen – with no one around and handed me this adorable little stuffed monkey, with no eyelashes. He quietly told me, “This is my wedding gift, to you, from me. I saw it this morning, while I was out at yard sales, and it reminded me of you. Welcome to my family.” He gave me a little squeeze hug. Then he turned to leave, and saw his wife, he gave me a wink and sit, “My wife washed it for me, and all the eyelashes fell out.” He chuckled and left the room, while she stood there looking disapproving and grumpy at me. I knew it was his way of saying sorry for all that my wife had said the day before. Totally warmed my heart.
Well, it isn't fancy. It's not a successful love story, but it's mine, and it's all true. 
Comments
Aug. 24, 2007 - You deserve a happy ending.
Posted by Anonymous
I wish the story hadn't taken the turn it took... and I know it isn't "over" yet, but I do hope you get a thrillingly happy ending!
~DawnPenguin