The day we met

I was 19. Working 40 hours in a convenience store, and the other 40 hours managing a Domino's. Domino's was my first job, I had been there for three years already. That was where I met the first love of my life.

Everyone told us not to be together. When I started I was 16 and he was 23. I was "jail bait" as all the guys there liked to call me. I was the youngest person there. So we never got together. We would smoke a lot of weed, do some coke, and drink like we were going to live forever. We would hook up but that was fine.

Until he got a girlfriend. A serious moving in together girlfriend.

We stayed friends. Would still drink, and smoke, and hook up. I didn't see a problem with it. We were together first.

But this isn't a story about him. It just is needed to framework when me and my husband got together. When we met.

I wanted more. I wanted more from the man I thought I loved, and he wasn't willing to give me that. I was a side piece. I was allowing him to have his cake, and eat it too.

One day I was working at the convenience store. My husband lived in the apartment building across the street. He came into the store, and I couldn't tell you what he said, but he made me laugh. HARD!

It doesn't take much to win me over. You make me laugh and I am a sucker. We spent the next week smoking weed in the cemetery behind the convenience store. He was 33.

At the end of the week, after feeling like I was finally number one to someone, I decided I was done.

I called up my best friend, and told him I couldn't see him anymore. I was done being second fiddle, and I found someone who made me happy.

We had only known each other for all of a week.

That was eleven years, and two kids ago. I tell him all the time that he was probably the WORST one night stand I ever had.... considering it has been a one night stand that lasted eleven years.