My time

Tyler and I met because of his mother introducing us, I worked with her while working in the hospital. She neglected to tell me he just got out of jail; we made plans to meet at a local bar. He walked in with confidence, I knew it was him from the picture she showed me. He was cute and on the smaller side for men. He weighed 140 and was about 5’6” and training to be in MMA. I was a huge fan of the UFC back then, Chuck “Iceman” Liddell will always be my favorite. 

His mother, Cindy, had placed him on this pedestal before I even met him. Not realizing she was just as much as a manipulator as my own mother. I was “in love” with him before I met him, plus I loved his mother, naïve is the word. Tyler and I hit it right off and immediately became a couple. At this time, I was living in a trailer with a girlfriend of mine and her daughter. 

I remember a time I watched a friends baby while at her night shit job. Tyler was so helpful, I stared in awe of how well he was holding the baby while I cleaned up the kitchen. We were talking about when I got finished I asked him if he wanted me to take her, he said “can you imagine us like this for real? Having a real family?” I knew then I wanted to marry him! 

Tyler and I decided to get an apartment together, just down the road from both our jobs. Let me clarify, I worked at the hospital while Tyler worked for his father at a junk yard. Tyler didn’t have to work for anything ever. I should have known this when the apartment had to be in only my name. Anyways, after about six moths of living together, I get a call at work from Tyler. He’s telling me he got pulled over and he needs me to bring money to pay the ticket so he doesn’t go to jail. Maybe its my willingness to help or just the fact you are to support your partner, but I did exactly what he needed. That’s the first time I learned he didn’t have an active drivers license, it had been revoked this whole time. 

Did I look up what “revoked” meant? No. Did I ask him why its revoked? No. He had a car his family gave him to drive. Why would they willingly give a car to someone that can’t legally drive? This is called enabling and Tyler will never learn the hard way. Months went on and by time Christmas came, I was pregnant. 

This was not planned, nor did I think this was a possibility. I had been told by my gynecologist that having a family would be difficult, even more difficulties than my mother had. Yes, I was seeing the same doctor that delivered me. He told me to make a five year plan when I want to start a family. Leave it up to me to prove a doctor wrong.