8/18/2019 - Who am I?
I am writing this blog because of the pain and hurt i am experiencing right now in life. I am hoping this will help me cope and move on in life. This blog is a story of mine, its a story of intense love. Its also a story of a broken heart. Whomever reads this, I apologize in advance. I am not a writer, i am just someone writing about my experiences and looking for an outlet for my feelings and emotions.
My name is not important, but the story is however. For now, you can refer to me as Robert. All names within the story have been changed to respect the actual owners.
I am 35 years old, and have been married for almost 5 years. I have one biological son with my wife and two older boys that were from my wife's previous relationships. Micah who is 3 years old, James is 15 years old and Ryan is 13 years old.
I met my wife at a restaurant I was working at back in 2014. It was a awkward time in my life. I was discovering recovery. I have been battling addiction for 10 years or so, and finally was becoming grounded with my recovery.
I had been working at the restaurant for about a year, and due to my addiction I was in and out of the court system. I had just been released from a 2 month stay at the jail and I returned to work. A few days had passed as any other ordinary day in the restaurant. Then one day, a new woman arrived. We will call her Bristol. It was not a typical new hire though. She seemed to know what she was doing. It almost seemed like she had been working there for months. As it turns out she had, she was out on medical leave do to a terrible car accident she was in. The accident almost claimed her life. Bristol did not stand out to me at first, of course her tattoos did. She was covered from shoulder to toe in a beautiful story of tattoos. Each one was unique and later i would find out the story behind each and every one.
For now though I did not pay much attention to her. I just went about my days just as i normally would in the restaurant. Like i said, she did not really stand out to me and I was just not attracted to her at first. It was not until one afternoon on a short break, I was sitting outside on a parking curb by myself. Bristol walked out and approached me from behind. She sat down next to me and began to interact with me. Aside from work communication this was the first time we had addressed each other. She sat down and lit a cigarette. Marlboro Reds, were her choice of smoke. I'm not sure why that sticks out to me, but it always has. We began to talk, real basic conversation at first. Then I began to tell her about my situations in life. My struggle with addiction, and why I was away from the restaurant when she started. I told her that I had violated my court agreement and was then arrested. I was placed on house arrest once i was released from jail. Once we began to talk about my struggles, I must have connected with her on that topic because she then began to open up and talk about her struggles. She too is a recovering addict. She told me that she has been practicing maintaining her sobriety through methadone maintenance, and that her car accident involved alcohol. We continued to talk about what we had in common, which looking back was only our addictions.
We both came from two completely different backgrounds, my addictions were bred solely on experimentation and my choices, while my future wife's were bred on how she was raised and situations she was put in as a child.
I will end here for today. I will continue the story in my next post.
My name is not important, but the story is however. For now, you can refer to me as Robert. All names within the story have been changed to respect the actual owners.
I am 35 years old, and have been married for almost 5 years. I have one biological son with my wife and two older boys that were from my wife's previous relationships. Micah who is 3 years old, James is 15 years old and Ryan is 13 years old.
I met my wife at a restaurant I was working at back in 2014. It was a awkward time in my life. I was discovering recovery. I have been battling addiction for 10 years or so, and finally was becoming grounded with my recovery.
I had been working at the restaurant for about a year, and due to my addiction I was in and out of the court system. I had just been released from a 2 month stay at the jail and I returned to work. A few days had passed as any other ordinary day in the restaurant. Then one day, a new woman arrived. We will call her Bristol. It was not a typical new hire though. She seemed to know what she was doing. It almost seemed like she had been working there for months. As it turns out she had, she was out on medical leave do to a terrible car accident she was in. The accident almost claimed her life. Bristol did not stand out to me at first, of course her tattoos did. She was covered from shoulder to toe in a beautiful story of tattoos. Each one was unique and later i would find out the story behind each and every one.
For now though I did not pay much attention to her. I just went about my days just as i normally would in the restaurant. Like i said, she did not really stand out to me and I was just not attracted to her at first. It was not until one afternoon on a short break, I was sitting outside on a parking curb by myself. Bristol walked out and approached me from behind. She sat down next to me and began to interact with me. Aside from work communication this was the first time we had addressed each other. She sat down and lit a cigarette. Marlboro Reds, were her choice of smoke. I'm not sure why that sticks out to me, but it always has. We began to talk, real basic conversation at first. Then I began to tell her about my situations in life. My struggle with addiction, and why I was away from the restaurant when she started. I told her that I had violated my court agreement and was then arrested. I was placed on house arrest once i was released from jail. Once we began to talk about my struggles, I must have connected with her on that topic because she then began to open up and talk about her struggles. She too is a recovering addict. She told me that she has been practicing maintaining her sobriety through methadone maintenance, and that her car accident involved alcohol. We continued to talk about what we had in common, which looking back was only our addictions.
We both came from two completely different backgrounds, my addictions were bred solely on experimentation and my choices, while my future wife's were bred on how she was raised and situations she was put in as a child.
I will end here for today. I will continue the story in my next post.
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