Real Life Research Graf#11

               Isn't it interesting how things happen in life? A lot of people can talk more about the negative events in their life that impacts them every single day. That's seems more of an easier way to connect with others, sadly enough. Apparently, I had always felt that if I always prepared myself for lose or for failure, then it wouldn't hurt or effect me as much when it happened. Crazy, I guess, but that was what worked for me.
               What a crazy day at work it was that day. Phones ringing off the hook, everyone's asking for their last minute "Oh, we need it now" type emergency. Damn nurses! I picked up the phone and with a attitude, "Pharmacy!" A pause. Then with a soft man's voice, I heard, "Well, hello Pharmacy." Needless to say, I felt like a big dope. After that conversation, I thought it over and realized that I was a crabby bitch. Just because every other person was pissing me off, I felt bad yelling at the one nice person. I called him back and apologize for being so rude. Funny enough after that "big rude bitch" situation, we talked on the phone even more.  I definitely thought this guy was whacked in the head.
                The days became months and before I knew it, we were on our first date. I really didn't know what I was doing. What was I thinking? I had recently ended a marriage, a single parent, a single income household and let's not forget the fifty miles between home and work. I needed a second job, not a date! But everytime I would spend time with him, I would see just how alike we are. We would sit and discuss our children, our families, our past and what to look forward to in the future. Our children were close in age 18, 17, 15, 13years old (that means they would all leave home close together!) Our families were both very close to us, so it was nice to see a family just as 'normal' as mine. It was nice to know that we were both in the same boat. Our former lives happened the same way, marriage right out of high school and both had been very young parents.  Neither of us were thinking correctly when we were young. Then bad relationships, wrong decisions and always wrecked with stress and fears of failure. That was when I realized, "Oh my God! This guy was a male version of me!" How did this ever happen?  
                More time went by and with a blink of an eye, we were engaged. Now, it was time to get nit-picky, so I thought.  I would watch him style his hair and think to myself how he spends as much time with his hair as I do mine or how he would keep his nails cleaned and trimmed. Yes, these would seem like easy, daily things, but I wasn't used to it!  As I watched him interact with the children, it would make me teary-eyed. I could see how he treats them all as his own. Or how he would just come up to me when I would do dishes and give me a hug and kiss, then say "I love you". Then would do dishes the next day. This couldn't be real. It's too good to be true. I was used to just doing what needed to be done and not expecting anything in return. I guess that was where the 'rude bitch attitude' came from. So, how could I be nit-picky, when I had nothing to pick from to begin with. I now had something that I had always wanted, but never thought I would have. If I hadn't felt secure with what I had found in this special person, I wouldn't have married him two years later.