Writing Reflection 1
There isn’t many stories I tell. Actually there is pretty much none. I sometimes ad lib as I’m explaining something that happened or I may exaggerate to emphasize a certain point. Once I have children, and have someone to tell stories to, hopefully I’ll have some interesting tales to tell. For now though, there’s the story of how I met my husband, Kyle. I like to tell people how we met just because of the unusualness of our relationship.
I was nineteen living with my best friend. She had just had a baby and we were looking for a roommate. Kyle was trying to get accepted to schools close to where his girlfriend at the time was attending. She had gotten into UVA but unfortunately he did not. Instead Kyle got accepted to VCU at the last minuete. He could have gone to other schools but out of fate he picked VCU. Because of his late enrollment, most of the places to live near the college were already rented out. That is when he came upon my friend and I’s add in the paper. I remember my friend telling me I wasn’t “allowed” to go out with our new room mate since it could possibly mess things up. I figured it wouldn’t be a problem because she described him as preppy and at the time I didn’t go out with good guys. I had some weird liking to guys that treated me like crap. So on the day Kyle moved in I was busy tiddying up the place for his arrival. The door bell rang and I opened. Standing in front of me was an average looking guy, a bit shorter than my type, but regardless a felt a weird flutter in my stomach and my heart sped up a bit. At the moment I wasn’t sure why because he wasn’t at all my type. He was a total surfer dude and he actually knew what he wanted out of life. When he was finished moving in his things he left, and it was a couple days before he returned. In the mean time I remember not being able to stop thinking about him. I told my best friends sister that there was something about him that made me think of him all the time. There was something so different about him and the way I felt when I thought of him. It wasn’t lust at all. I told my bestfriends little sister that he was special and that I’d marry him one day. I didn’t know how I knew we would end up together. I could just feel it. Obviously he broke up with his girlfriend to be with me. We started dating even though we were room mates. He came at the perfect time because about a month after he moved in my best friends little boy past away in the night. He gave me his shoulder and company. With out him I don’t know how I could have gotten through that ordeal. I did have my best friend, but since it was her child I didn’t want to upset her further by talking about what happened. So ultimately that drove a huge wedge in our relationship. The land lord of the house we were renting ended up kicking everyone out. Kyle was stuck with no where to go. Kyle stayed with me at my parents until we found an apartment. Because of Kyle’s income he couldn’t afford to live on his own and since he was hundreds of miles away from home I told him I’d rent a place with him. We’ve been living together ever since. Most people can’t believe that we lasted since we’ve been room mates since we met. We had the most fights in the beginning of our relationship. As we grew together and fell in love the arguements slowly drifted away. Our relationship was tested to the max in the beginning and now nothing can test us. We knew that since we had gotten through everything that had happened to us that we would last forever. We got engaged four months after we met and married four years later. We are together now, stronger than ever. We don’t argue, well I don’t call it that. We yell at each other if we need to and let our frustrations out. Once it everything is out we either pretend the yelling match never happened or we talk about it. At the end of the day we know the yelling isn’t personal, it’s natural, and it’s okay. That is my favorite part of our relationship. We can never stay mad at each other for long and we don’t let our pettiness get in the way of our love.
Naturally I shorten the version I tell people. Sometimes I change facts, depending on the audience. Maybe I’ll add some more romance when I tell it to my future children. Hopefully through living out my life fully I’ll gain many stories to tell.
