This is the third segment of my ‘series posts’ catching everyone up on my Journey to my Miracle Baby. If you didn’t have a chance to read the first two segments, feel free to go read them here: The Beginning, and here: The Journey Continues…Segment 2 – Rebound Relationship: Abusive Hubby #2. Thank you all for your kind words, I appreciate the support!
Since hindsight is always 20/20, I looked back at the fact that I had jumped from the frying pan into the fire when I allowed myself to be fooled by husband #2. I decided I wasn’t going to go the route of the rebound relationship again, I needed time to ‘heal’ and find myself again, so I casually dated but didn’t get emotionally involved. I had some interesting dates with some not-so-interesting people, and some fun dates with fun people, and some bad dates, too.
I dated a local police officer for 6 months – because he had a ‘6 month rule’…if he wasn’t interested in marrying the person he was dating by the 6th month, he would move on. Alrighty then! I dated a fairly famous professional drag racer, which was an exciting time, even though I really can’t stand drag racing. I’m more of a Formula One girl, since I was a member of the SCCA (Sports Car Club of America) and had the honor of directing the race cars onto the track – even got to ride in the pace car once…that was a thrill-and-a-half! 🙂 My friends and I would tease the stock car racers that they were messing up the track with their oil for our precious Formula One drivers… 😉
The drag-racing boyfriend was the epitome of a bachelor – instead of ‘regular’ furniture in his house, he had a gigantic TV in his living room, and a hot tub…in the dining room! He had the TV positioned so he could watch from either the couch or the hot tub…it was…interesting. 😉 But he was one of those bachelors that never wanted to be ‘reformed’ and had no interest in eventually getting married to anyone, so we mutually parted ways at some point.
Then there was the millionaire – he lived in Texas and I met him while on a flight with my friends for a weekend in Reno. He was sitting in the row ahead of us, and was eavesdropping on our conversation – he offered to buy us drinks, but thought it was hilarious we brought our own little bottles of rum with us to spike our coke with (this was obviously before they changed the rules so you can’t do that anymore). He had his laptop with him – one of the newest, decked out ones and one of my friends asked to see it, so he kindly showed it to us. Then he asked for my email address. He was cute and charming, so I gave the address to him, then promptly forgot about it and him as I had a fun ‘break-even’ weekend in Reno with the hilarious group of friends I was with.
When I got home, there was an email waiting for me. Cool! We started emailing back and forth, then talked on the phone constantly. As Thanksgiving week was approaching, he invited me to Texas where he lives to join him and his family for Thanksgiving dinner. Sweet! I was excited, this should be fun – he picked me up at the airport and drove me back to his house, where he helped me get settled in to the guest room. We had a wonderful time, had Thanksgiving dinner with his parents and met up with a group of his friends later in the weekend – had a hilarious time debating on who had an accent…of course they all did, but they claimed it was me that had an accent! 😉 My birthday was coming up a few weeks later, so he offered to fly me to Las Vegas for the weekend to enjoy the National Finals Rodeo (NFR). How fun!!
It as an awesome weekend, I actually won a lot of money at the blackjack tables that weekend, he seemed to bring me good luck. It was hard to part as I headed back to Seattle and he headed back to Texas, but we made plans for me to come back and spend Christmas and the New Year with him in Texas. He kept pressuring me to move to Texas, but I was resistant to that big of a change, as I wanted to make absolutely sure that I didn’t get into yet another potentially controlling relationship and be far away from friends and family. I told him we’d discuss it further when I was there for the holidays.
Shortly after that he made a trip to Spokane and was insistent I didn’t drive out there (it’s only 4-1/2 hours or less from where I was), and he started to seem a little ‘off’…then ‘something came up’ – I think he said he had to be out of town, so he canceled my Christmas trip, but was looking forward to having me come down for New Years. Of course that didn’t happen, he had several excuses, and said he’d call on New Years Eve…which he didn’t.
I was worried about him, I knew he was traveling quite a distance to spend New Years with his parents, so I was concerned that he might have been in an accident. When I called his house the next morning, a female answered the phone…I quickly hung up, but then I thought maybe it was his sister, and maybe something bad had happened to him…so I called back. When the female answered the phone again, I asked “Who’s this?” to which she replied “J’s girlfriend ******, who’s this?” “Uh, J’s girlfriend, Stacy…” We commenced to have a very nice conversation for the next hour-and-a-half since he had just left that morning for another business trip in the Midwest. We talked about how he was planning on moving me to a certain town down there – about an hour from where he was going to have her move to. Interesting!
The following week I got a very strange phone call from J – he was all apologetic about the ‘mix-up’ for Christmas and New Year, started telling some outlandish story about why he hadn’t called, yada, yada, yada…until I couldn’t take it anymore and asked him who ***** was – he started sputtering on the other end of the phone, stammered that she was just a friend, so I told him that she and I had a very nice conversation the day he left for his trip. He replied ‘So that’s why she moved out before I got back!’ Good for her!
I did hear from her about a month later – she had moved on and found a new nice guy, and said that J had ‘confessed’ to having many different ‘girlfriends’ at all the places he traveled with for business. Yeah, I sure can pick ’em!! 🙂 I cannot tell you how relieved I was that I had listened to my ‘inner voice’ and didn’t allow myself to be swept off my feet to the point of uprooting to another state again. The ‘me’ before my abusive relationship was back! 😉
Tune in next week for the next segment ‘Meeting Mr. Right‘ as the Journey continues on the Road to My Miracle Baby. 🙂No tags for this post.