I was 21 years old and living in the Austin, Texas, suburbs, when I met the man I’d married the year before.
He was a big guy who could dance and laugh and dance again and was in love with my friend who’d gone out with a friend of mine.
I was also in the neighborhood, but not with my boyfriend, so we weren’t exactly in the same situation.
He had a girlfriend, I had my own and, well, we were dating for three years.
And he was a hard worker.
He made the same amount of money as I did.
And when he got laid off, we went to our job.
I got a job cleaning houses, doing everything but the laundry.
I took a year off and I came back.
My friend, who’d been dating my boyfriend at the time, was a waitress at a strip club and we became good friends.
We moved in together, got a house and a housekeeper, and I worked my ass off to pay for everything, from food to rent.
And then I was like, Wait, this is it.
I’m going to have to marry my boyfriend.
We had a great time and I had a wonderful time and he was like: I’m sorry, I was just trying to help you out.
I’ve been dating the woman I’ve known for a long time, and now I’m married.
So I decided that I had to have a baby.
He didn’t have any kids, so I gave him the kids.
We’re still together, but I just didn’t know what to expect when we got together.
But my boyfriend’s girlfriend wasn’t very happy with the way it went down.
I guess she wanted a little more stability and some stability in her life, so she gave me a choice.
I chose to go ahead and have a kid.
And what happened was, I got pregnant again, and he wasn’t happy.
He said: You should’ve waited.
I didn’t like it when he told me he wanted kids, because I’ve always wanted kids.
I said: I don’t think so.
I wanted to be able to be the dad, not the mom.
I had no idea what was going to happen.
But then my boyfriend found out I had twins, and suddenly I was a little nervous.
And so it’s been three years and I’ve got a kid now.
I haven’t seen my kids in three years, and that was the hardest thing to figure out.
So it was tough.
It’s a hard choice.
But we had to do it.
And I thought: I’ve gotta give this baby a shot.
I couldn’t take it.
But after two years of it being so hard, I felt I had enough confidence to give it a shot, and it was a lot of fun.
It didn’t feel like a struggle.
I mean, I knew that if I gave it to him, he would be fine with it.
We did a lot together.
I remember the first time we were in my apartment and we were doing our dishes.
And it was dark, but the kitchen light came on.
And we’re cooking and my boyfriend was right in front of me and was like ‘Hey!
Are you ready to go to the oven?’
And I was: Yeah, I’m ready to!
He came over to my table and he said: What’s your favorite dish?
I said ‘Crispy chicken.’
And he said ‘Are you ready for that?’
I was going, ‘Oh, yeah.’
And I put a whole plate of chicken on top of that and I was thinking: This is what I’m gonna have for dinner.
And after a few minutes, I said, ‘I’m not really going to get to eat that.’
I mean my husband’s in the kitchen.
He’s making me a whole dinner and then he says: Oh, yeah, I just cooked the chicken.
He brought me this bowl of chicken and I said I’m not gonna eat it, because it’s not really Crispy Chicken.
And the next thing I know, I’ve gone into the kitchen and there’s a plate of Crispy chicken.
And my husband is like: Wow!
This is going to be a big hit.
I started cooking my own dinner the next night, and my husband had this plate of it for dinner the following night.
And that’s when I realized I needed to have the baby.
But the baby’s not going to come.
I knew this would happen, but when I found out, I went crazy.
I thought about having the baby for five years.
I would’ve been married for that long.
And at that point, I couldn, you know, make a living and support myself and my kids.
And for a while, I thought I had the baby, but it wasn’t going to go through. So, yeah—I’m going into the nursing room at night