Here are the other posts in this challenge I’m participating in:
Yesterday you got to find out about our rather embarrassing experience with our “goofy” car that hubby’s family so graciously decorated. Today I’ll be sharing with you the days after the honeymoon.
I’m not going to sugar coat it: marriage immediately after the honeymoon was HARD! It’s not until after the honeymoon that you start to find out about those skeletons that your loved one may not have even known about himself (or herself). In our case, hubby had told me that he struggled with depression occasionally, but I had no idea that it would be as bad as it was.
Our first Christmas together was probably our worst holiday to date because hubby was depressed about the fact that he couldn’t celebrate it with his daughter. It hurt me pretty badly (although I’ve forgiven him since then and we no longer have problems about it) because I felt like he was telling me I wasn’t good enough for him to at least be happy about spending Christmas with me.
It was also difficult adjusting to each others’ schedules and deal with each others monsters, if you know what I mean? For the most part we were respectful to each other and we rarely fought…except for one night when things went too far.
In order to explain this whole scenario and why it was such a disaster I first need to explain to you something about myself: infidelity runs deep and wide in my family. Aunties, uncles, mommies, daddies, grandpas, grandmas…you name it and someone has cheated in one way or another. Naturally, I was deathly afraid of this happening to me so you can imagine how “mangled” my trust was in the man I loved.
One night my husband ended up hanging with another friend of his along with a woman who I had major problems with because she was trying to get my husband into her bed all the while we were dating and engaged. When I found out he was near her I blew a gasket and screamed at my husband over the phone (in my mind he should’ve known better). So he hurried home to try and calm me down, but instead I got more belligerent (it wasn’t my greatest moment, I admit).
Now, one thing about my husband before I go on: he is the most laid back, understanding, and patient men I have ever known. He rarely raises his voice, but he is one of those be-ware-of-the-silent-tiger type of people and I was about to find out that the last thing I wanted to do was push him beyond his limits.
When I decided I had enough fighting I grabbed some dishes and dropped them into the sink (rather harshly) as I was making my way to our room. Thinking that I had broken the dishes on purpose (which they hadn’t actually been broken) and already being at his wits end Travis picked up the closest thing he could find and threw it at the wall saying, “You wanna throw something, fine!” And then left.
What was it that he threw? A brand new bottle of Noxzema. And what happened to it when it hit the wall? You guessed it! It burst wide open and splattered EVERYWHERE! Thinking that he had thrown something at me I went squealing into the bedroom, commenced to the water works until I could control myself enough to call my friend to ask if I could come to her house.
Before I had a chance to leave, however Travis showed up again, and I was terrified. Seeing the fear in my eyes he broke down and apologized telling me that he would never hurt me no matter what. He said that he was ashamed that he caused me fear and asked for my forgiveness. It was enough to make my heart melt!
That was the last and only time we fought like that. We were open and honest with each other from that point on and agreed to never let things go that far again. From now on if I feel uncomfortable about a certain female I make sure to tell him about it and that he shouldn’t be surprised if I act strange when I know he’s around someone I don’t trust.
Now I gotta tell you about that Noxzema. It served as a reminder for nearly a whole year after the fight because we were constantly finding it in places we never thought it could’ve gotten in. We laugh about it all the time now and like to call it our “Noxzema Incident.” it may have been a doosie, but it sure is a great laugh now.
What about anyone else here? Any fights that were really bad but turned into a hilarious and memorable story? Or am I the only one?
Stay tuned tomorrow to find out about what happened when hubby exited the Marine Corps.