ramblingsbyamy

In April of 1986, I got married at nineteen, in
Texas and pregnant. My parents were in PA, so they did not attend my wedding or meet my husband until 6 months later, or my dad would have told me not to do it. I know my dad that well, but i was a young scared adult who did not know better.

I met my husband around mid February at a party and on that first night, he said he was going to take me way from my boyfriend and make me his wife before the month was over. I thought that was romantic for many years, now I know better.

I moved out of my sister’s trailer to another town closer to post. So now I was in the city, in an apartment complex where I knew no one, and so ill. That pregnancy was rough I passed out in front of a convenience store and put on bed rest at 5 months. He still drank like a fish, went to parties on Friday night, and returned home on Saturday. When I almost lost the baby, and my landlord took me to where he was that lady rushed me to the hospital. After that, I went with him to the parties, but never drank. It was so nice being around people once more on the weekends.

Now 22 years later, this was a marriage of control and it began the night I met him. He did ’steal me away’ from my long-term boyfriend. It was nice at first I thought, so romantic I loved the little presents. Isolation is a huge part of control, and I sure got a huge dose of it. That baby a daughter I named Amber was born the week before Christmas after a difficult labor that resulted in a c-section. Luckily, I was back in PA with my parents, but my husband was in on duty with the army in
South Korea and had been since November.  

Stayed tuned for year two,