You are now reading part FOUR the story of how Josh and I met as fetuses, still in the womb, via the Internet, and how he stomped all over my little teeny tiny heart. If you missed the other three parts, go read them. Now. I'll wait. Okay, you're back? Good. Here we go!
Reunited and it feels so good
It was the beginning of my eighth grade summer when we broke up. I spent the summer hating him and crying to my friends and seeing Austin Powers 13 times in the theater. I was crushed. And I was dreading high school, because I had to go to his school.
Over the summer, we talked on the phone one time. We were both in our usual chatroom and we started talking and he wanted to call me. So we talked for a few hours, but I still couldn't forgive him and he had a current girlfriend. When school started, it was all kinds of awful. This was a private school, and there were only about 20 kids in the entire freshman class. One of which was my ex-boyfriend, and another was his current girlfriend. She was popular, because she had been there for years and years. I was the new girl, the enemy her boyfriend used to love. She hated me, and made it known. Her friends hated me on principle.
In Bible, which was one of the few classes I had with Josh, I ended up sitting beside him because of the seating arrangement. I'd hear her saying things like "Don't look at her Josh, I see HOW you are looking at her and you better stop!" I spawned fights between them constantly, even though I wasn't even speaking to Josh most of the time. Honestly, they fought a lot anyway, but I was an added catalyst. School was awful, I had no friends, I was away from all my real friends, and I had to watch him with her every day.
Towards the end of my first semester, I was cast in a drama production. Josh's mom was my drama teacher. He and Girlfriend were in the play as well. I was very shy, but she helped me come out of my shell, and in the process I made friends outside of my grade level. I met people. I found something to enjoy, even if Josh and Girlfriend made out back stage at times. As the play progressed, Josh and I started talking more and more, because we were together after school and on weekends, and his mom volunteered to bring me to and from practices. I stopped hating him so much. When the play opened, Josh was spending a lot of time with me. He was telling Girlfriend he was going to the bathroom, but he was sneaking to my side of the stage. He would just sit and talk to me back there. He was calling me on the phone. Opening night we went to dinner together (with his family). He started telling me he was going to break up with Girlfriend. I was ecstatic.
He broke up with her the last day before Christmas break that year. She was livid. But surprisingly, he did not ask me out. We went to homecoming together, because his mom suggested we go as friends. He kissed me that night. The next day, we were friends again. I was still hoping, but it didn't seem to be going anywhere. One of my guy friends asked me out, so I went for it. I was tired of waiting. It did NOT work out. Once we started dating, he stopped calling me or answering his phone. It was like the guy didn't know HOW to be a boyfriend, and he panicked. While I was dating (but not talking to) this guy, Josh and I went out to lunch with my sister, as friends. We went out to the car while she was paying the bill. I used some Binaca, because I always did after eating..and he said "Can I have some?" I said sure and tried to hand it to him, and he leaned in and kissed me. I broke up with Bad Boyfriend. Josh did not ask me out. A few weeks later, he asked me to go see Titanic. We made out in my room after the movie. Then next week, he was going out with some random girl. I was going NUTS! What was he doing to me?!? I decided to let it go. While all of this was happening, Ex-Girlfriend and I had made friends. Good friends, actually. We had sleepovers every weekend, we spent time together after school, and her friends had become my friends.
Then in April, four months after he broke up with Girlfriend, he asked me out. We were at a school dance performance, he was on one side of me, and Ex-Girlfriend was on the other side of me. He was writing on a program and we were passing it back and forth. I panicked. I had let it go! I was done! And here is he asking me out, while I am sitting next to Ex-Girlfriend?! After the performance, I told Ex-Girlfriend. She ran out of the auditorium sobbing. I calmed her down after a while, and she ended up staying over. I told her I didn't know what I was going to do, because of what he had done...but I told her I had feelings for him in spite of it all. I told him I needed time...he had taken his already. I waited three weeks to decide him. After Bible class, I tapped him on the shoulder and said "Yes." he said "Yes what?" I said "To your question." and it was done. He told me that he had decided that morning to tell me to forget the whole thing, he was tired of waiting. I got in just under the wire.
And then we got married while we were practically still in diapers (okay, okay, we were 17 and 18, but close enough, right?), had a couple kids...and lived happily ever after, until right now at the very least. 7 years later and counting. Whoever said you shouldn't meet strangers from the Internet and subsequently marry them at a ridiculously young age? Heh.
Though I didn't marry quite as young as you did (I was 21 ~ barely), my hubby and I met online when I was 18 in an IRC chat room. And later, his ex~fiance introduced us. Weird. :)
So what happened to Ex-Girlfriend, was she invited to the wedding?
And...what happened to Bad ex-boyfriend?? (We want to know the skinny!)
Fun story. (I turned 21, 6 weeks after I was married!)
O.K. so the thing that surprised me about this story was how typically "thirteen" you both were in it. I guess somehow I thought you are so mature now you must have just been born that way. What a long way you two have come. How wonderful that you have been together so long.
Thanks for reposting this series. I loved it.
Josh saw Ex-Girlfriend at the store last week! She is married and has FIVE kids.
No one is sayin' nuthin' hon.
Your story is singular in so many ways. Frankly, I am fascinated.
Holy crap! Guess there's no right format, is there?
I married my husband 7 months after meeting him but by then I was ancient...25.
Oh, you crazy kids.
I met Misterpie when I was 19, which even seems young, but didn't marry him until I was 24. And, of course, TRES mature.
What a great story! I was a hundred years old when I got married (or a week shy of 30), but did you ever bring back memories of being 13. Mannn, I'm cracking up cause we didn't have internet, we sent notes. In the mail! LOL!!
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