I'll Keep You My Dirty Little Secret

Well, it turns out that posting my link on Kelly's blog really brought some traffic to my blog. So, that's cool. I love followers and I love 170 hits in 24 hours! So thanks, lovely people.

I am answering some of your questions about my situation today, because as always, my life is pretty intriguing. I guess, if I read my story, I would be pretty intrigued too.

Why did you decide to marry someone you've known for only three months?
Short story: I love him and there was a possibility of him shipping out again.

Long story: I, in my short 26 years, have been in the worst relationships imaginable. I've been beaten until I could barely breathe. In fact, I was given a black eye by my freshman boyfriend because I wanted to rush a sorority. I've been cheated on numerous times by numerous guys. I have been controlled, emotionally and physically. Everything bad you could possibly imagine to me has happened, and worse. Much much worse. Meeting The Boy was the best thing that ever happened to me. He respects me. As a person. As someone of value and worth. He loves the fact that I had big plans for my life and that I knew what I wanted. He makes me laugh more than you could ever imagine and we have about 8 billion things in common, like making fun of others and enjoying an evening playing Scrabble. He is the hottest thing I've ever seen up close and when I was 100% candid with him about my MANY issues, he didn't blink. He is my soul mate, as ridiculous as that sounds and I fully believe that God brought us together. He is everything that I was missing in my life and I know I am everything that he was missing in his.

Do his parents know?
His mom, step-dad and brother do. None of his very close extended family do. The only reason his parents know is because when he was signing the marriage certificate, he gave them his home address instead of his base address. Sometimes, he doesn't think. All of his friends on base know. None of his friends at home know.

How do you guys spend time together/see each other?
I fly to visit him approximately once or twice a month for a weekend, longer if I have a break from school.

What are your plans for after The Boy gets out of the army to cover up the fact you've been covering up?
We will more than likely have a small wedding and reception because he has a very involved family. I could really care less, but we like to keep up appearances. I'm very anti-girl about that kind of stuff.

How hard is this for you?
VERY.HARD. It's much harder for me than it is for him, which he will agree about. I don't have many friends where I live, even though I grew up here. While I was sick, I ruined a lot of relationships, simply because my sickness makes it hard to maintain long-lasting relationships with friends. The Boy has numerous army friends that keep him busy and keep his mind off me being gone. I do not. Eh, whatevs...It is what it is. I mean, how does a 26 year old go about making friends? Ideas welcome. I am currently taking a sewing class, which I enjoy greatly. Reading Raechel motivated me to want to do that. I also am at the gym 4-5 times a week. But other that that, nada.

How happy/satisfied with this are you?
Happy? Incredibly. The happiest I have ever been.
Satisfied? Not at all. I mean, who would be? Every second I spend with him is not enough time. I constantly feel like its never enough time. But what motivates me is I constantly think that if this is the hardest tyhing I'm going to have to face with him, than my life is going to be golden. He's committed, I'm committed. We'll be fine.

What's the closest you've gotten to getting caught?
Actually, this past week. When Tricare insurance came to my house with my first name and his last name. And my dad got the mail. AWK-WAAAAAARD.

I hope this answers some of your questions and you now have a little more of an understanding of the situation.
This blog is turning out to be both quite fun and exilerating. It's nice to finally be able to tell someone. And the secret undercover persona makes me feel like a Super Agent. Except without the black, skin-tight strapless dress and the gun strapped to my inner thigh. Which, I'm not gonna lie, is kind of a let down.

Please leave comments and tell your friends. I love followers.

You should also head over to Kelly's blog and enter her Point of Grace contest. Hollar.

And So It Goes...

Now, I have been quite the lurker on various blogs-Kelly, Raechel, Jenn, Missy, Kaycee, Mrs. Newlywed when she was still available, various others, and I finally felt like it was time. There are so many reasons why I felt like it was time-I love to write, I think I'm absolutely hilarious, I want to be famous, and but mainly because I need to tell someone. What do I need to say?


Well, I'm married.



To someone I've known since July.
To someone I met on craigslist.
To someone I then married in October. In a court house. By a judge wearing a cowboy hat, boots, and a three piece suit.
To someone I never believed could make me happier than I ever imagined.
To someone I have not told my parents about.

Which is awkward, seeing as how I live with my dad.


The boy is in the military, stationed in the outer circle of hell, otherwise known as Texas, and will officially be free from said hell on Feb 2, 2011...so less than a year.


Now, my dad knows about the boy. He's met him, he likes him, he knows we're engaged. He just does't know we're married. See, my parents aren't exactly the touchy-feely-let's plan you're wedding type. They're more the do-what-you-want-it's-your-life-just-don't-cause-us-trouble type.


And I've caused my parents tons of trouble in my short 25 years on Earth. Mainly because I have a daughter.


Who is six.
Who my father has custody of.
Until I get financially stable.
It's not like I'm on drugs or a deadbeat or anything.
I'm just poor and my father is not.
I also used to be incredibly irresponsible.
And also very, very, very depressed.

But I'm not. Anymore.


Ok, now that you have throughly gotten you intrigued and you have judged me and are dying to see where this trainwreck of a life is going, let me assure you that I am currently a happy, successful, fully functioning member of society.


I spend a majority of my day teaching high schoolers the finer points of why France hate England, why the Catholics hate the Protestants, and why everyone hates the Jews. In short, I teach World History.

I am also currently planning the prom to end all proms. Score.


I also enjoy the following things:
Being right.
Popcorn jelly bellies.
Knowing random trivia to win at random bar/board games.
Going green.
Shopping. Lots and lots of shopping.
Being snarky.
Lost.
Being political.
Thinking I'm better than other people.

I also am someone who:
Tends to be very sarcastic.
Spends lots of time planning but not a lot of actual doing.
Is currently in love with life and where its taking her.

I welcome you to:
Read Me.
Like Me.
Love Me.
Hate Me.
Despise Me.

I also welcome you to:
Leave happy comments
Leave sad comments
Leave judgemental comments.
Leave any kind of comment.

Really this blog, all blogs, are blatent self-promotion. And I am all over self-promotion. Besides, this whole ride of "secret newlywed" mess could be a lot of fun.

For you to possibly watch blow up in my face.

But then you would get to laugh for days and say things like, "I knew something like this would happen," or "That's what happens when you keep secrets," and feel very self righteous and good about yourself.

But what if it doesn't?

Then you get to enjoy all my sarcasm and good stories and witty comments.

So, really? It's a win-win.


And like all teachers, I give homework. So, your first assignment is:

I know you've got 8 billion questions about this Secret Marriage Arrangement, so why don't you leave me one? And I'll answer it. And you can judge me. It'll be wicked awesome fun.