Part 2

We really didn’t see that much of each other for a couple of months. I found out that she had gone to a 2 year college about 1 1/2 hours south. I drove down to see her (and my grandparents, to stay with them).

There weren’t any sparks, nudging, just nothing. After I was asked to leave school at Christmas break, I headed back home catching a ride with my brother.

So, I had a year or two to get a job and try to save for my mission. Once Cathy had completed her two years, she came home and we decided to make another go for it. I guess things mended themselves, because around the time I got my mission call to Norway, she was stuck on me.

It seemed that I was on the move or my companion every three months. I was fortunate to see some amazing things there. I was much more a fan of the country, than missionary work. It was boring, tedious, and difficult to get the language down.

Cathy would send occasional packages to me that tried to show that she loved me. We wrote constantly, me trying to impress her with religious mumbo jumbo, and her with me as if she worshipped me and knelt at my feet.

After my two years of service I headed home. I actually hit on a young girl that I was seated next to for the eight hour flight.

All the formalities behind my return were over. I was offered a job by her MD dad maintaining is farm. It shortly after returning that I got the courage to kiss her. Once I got over the first one, I became a hungry 21 year old. The one kiss wasn’t enough. There were several nights that we got the patio light flashed at us to call it a night and go home.

I asked her to marry me, and came up with the idea of a June wedding. Since her parents were high society, well her mother, it was a big bash with all the rich friends bringing leaded glass and silver trays. What the hell were we to do with them, except lug them around getting them bent or busted.

A couple of weeks before the reception, we made our way from Utah as a married couple. We couldn’t wait to get a room and pop our cherries. I turned sucker walking into this one hotel and was told the only room they had left was a honeymoon suite. I got it for the nostalgia. This bedroom ordeal was over in 30 minutes cause she was sore and I got my rocks off.

I was a little confused and stupid when we got up and discovered this pink gooey jelly on the sheets. KY and virginity, I was like oh shit! We were embarrassed and loaded the car quickly so no one would know what we had been up to.

As we headed through the mountains of Colorado, Cathy began complaining about her soreness and insisted we stop for the day. We weren’t in our room 15 minutes and be were fucking like a couple of rabbits. This continued on for another week as we took our time getting home.

The stupid thing about all the sex was we never used condoms or any other protection to prolong having kids. The first came almost 9 months after our wedding. The next two had more time apart, and the fourth was two years apart from the third.

We used to laugh early on saying that they’d be grown and out of the house by the time we turned 40. It didn’t pan out that way.

We were still pretty naive thinking that we had a pretty good idea that I should get educated to become a lawyer. Well, add things up. I failed college after two semesters and thought that would all go away because of my destiny. Oh, Cathy was pregnant, so we were dirt poor trying to live with that. Lastly, the overall death blow was, that Cathy never once used her education or anything else to help us financially. Nothing in the beginning and nothing at the end. I had had enough.

Through the next five years I was still very immature and got fired from my job when there absolutely no jobs to be had. I ended up moving her sister and son down to Dallas. Bill, Priscilla’s husband told his boss that I was in trouble and desperately needed a job. For the next 2 weeks I had some remodeling work to do. I was sleeping on their floor and would catch a ride with Bill to work each day.

The boss asked me to take a truck and run an errand for him. As I got back Bill was gone. He had gotten fired for being lazy, not knowing what he was doing, and tried to be a hotshot instead of a dumb shit. It got worse, I was given his job that lasted five years. Don’t you know things were a bit heated after work those first 2 days.

I was gainfully employed and ready to bring Cathy and the 3 kids down to Texas. In wondering how I was going to get home, I still had my motor coach uniform and devised a plan to tell Greyhound that I needed a dead head back home. It was easy enough and free!