Chris and I have a wild story of how ‘we’ came to be. It started years before we got married and we’ve been building on it ever since. I thought about maybe compiling it all in a book, but I am really impatient. So I’m going to post ‘chapters’ or short stories of important moments twice a month. I don’t know where it will go, or where I’ll call the end, but the beginning is a pretty great thing to look back on.
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It’s been 11 years since our story started and we’ve both grown since those first days. This is a pretty accurate account of things as best as I can remember them. Names will be changed every once in a while. but probably not very often. Like everything I write, it’s going to be an honest account with the great and the shitty moments. I’m going to leave you with a ‘foreword’ of sorts before I put up the first story on September 1st.
I wasn’t like this before eloping, having kids, and knock-off Zoloft. I was a crybaby, perfectionist, angry, asshole. Then I met my husband, Chris, whose first words to me were, “What the fuck are you looking at?” (We’ll get to this later.) He says things I didn’t know you could legally say out loud and took care of that crybaby aspect of my personality real quick. Then we knocked boots and produced two tiny monster children and I started realizing that my house being ‘company ready’ didn’t mean moped floors and muffins. I’m just happy if no one has shit on the floor.
After monster child number two, I was diagnosed with post partum anxiety and started taking whatever the cheaper version of Zoloft is. I’m no longer as angry as I used to be, but for some reason I haven’t been able to shake that asshole quality. Either way, I attribute my ability to let go of the imperfect and start appreciating that my life is different from what I see in the media and get out there to tell people that your life doesn’t need to be perfect from the outside, as long as its perfect for you, to Zoloft.
Regardless of my current character flaws, I can honestly say that my best quality is loving my little motley crew more than I’ve ever loved anything before. Everything I do, including writing this account of Chris and I, is for them. To my husband, thanks for riding through life with me. Through the good and the really bad. PS, wanna have sex after I write this? To my daughters, Anastacia and Eleni, Momma loves you even when you poop in the bathtub and besides the days with your Dad, my adventures finding gnawed off rabbit feet in blueberry patches with you make me life worth it all.
Thanks to my OG crew, Mom, Dad, Matthias, Devon, Savannah, Grandma, Grandpa, Austin, and Brianna for being the best kind of germ culture to grow in and for supporting my every endeavor, even if it’s a really stupid idea * cough * art school * cough *. I love you all, even though you call me Ass-lyn when you’re annoyed with me.
Since this isn’t published, my last shout out goes to all of my Internet friends who read my blog, where this all grew from. Some of this might be recycled material, but hopefully you’re not tired of me yet. This is the story of the beginning of the best parts of my life, as best I can remember them.