Full Disclaimer: This blog is changing, as all things in life change. I’m going back to my roots in this series. This is my story.
My childhood was a wonderful one. I grew up in the northwest suburbs of Chicago. I was born to the very definition of a white American working class family; my parents worked their way over the years from rags to riches. When I was born, they were in their mid to late twenties and spent every dollar they had on the hospital stay. I wanted to come into the world feet first, so my mom had to have a cesarean section. When they moved out of their tiny Chicago apartment into their first home together (a townhouse in the suburbs) they had to buy all their furniture and necessary housewares using their credit cards. It took them years to slowly pay off their credit cards and actually begin to save up.
Growing up, I was a very shy child. My little brother Patrick and my cousin Shawna were basically my only friends until I was much older. I wouldn’t talk much, instead I chose to observe the world around me best I could. I remember I would play with my barbies and dolls often. What really stuck out to me was how I would view marriage when I played with my dolls. I would play with them through all the stages of romance: first date, dating, sex, living together, engagement, wedding day, and marriage. Whenever my barbies got married (Barbie and Ken), their lives would be over. I would do everything in my power to avoid them getting married.
Looking back, I’m not completely sure where this view of marriage stemmed from. I do remember my parents fighting almost daily, or what seemed to be daily to me. I remember thinking my parents didn’t enjoy being married to each other, and perhaps the only reason they stuck together was for my brother and me. I remember almost never seeing my parents show affection towards each other, and when they did it looked forced. By the time I hit middle school, I had no desire to ever get married to anyone. I had crushes on boys, but never acted on them since I was so shy and I thought I was too [fill in the blank] for them to like me.
Thankfully, over the years through high school and college, my feelings towards marriage changed. This is the story of how that happened, and the road I had to take to get to where I am today (happily married).
Stay tuned if you’re interested in learning more about me and my personal journey through life to not only find love, but actually want to get married and not follow in the same footsteps as my parents.
Next post: Highschool