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Tuesday, November 9, 2010

She Moves for Him

This is my story. Not some made-up story, but what happened to me when I was a young woman. I have chosen to write this in third person...because it feels like a lifetime ago and another person that it happened to. If you would like to get caught up on any of it, you can click the label "my story" at the bottom of this post.


Time seemed to pass very quickly.


Though they spent as much time together as they could, she started to worry.


Because in a few short months, he was getting out of the military. And he wasn't from here. And "here" wasn't where she could see him spending the rest of his life. What on earth would he do here?


He talked often of his hometown.


Would they just be over when he got out? Would that be it?


It didn't seem possible because of how much they loved each other.


One night, after they had gone to dinner, they were driving back to her place when she started to cry.


"What is it, Peanut?" he asked, slowing the car.


"You keep counting down until you are done with the Marines. It feels like you are counting down until you are done with me."


He assured her that this wasn't true, that he would stay there with her if that was what she wanted. He'd find something to do. Or she would go with him. But, that wherever they were, they would be together.


The time that they spent together seemed to reinforce this. They hated being apart, so his words seemed true.


As the school year was coming to an end, he got news that he would be spending 6 weeks or so in Greece.


They tried to figure out what they were going to do after he was done. Because he was leaving at the beginning of May, school would be over mid-May, he would get back from Greece in mid-June and would be out of the military in mid-July.


Plans needed to be made. Was she going to keep her job and he'd stay in town with her? Or would they go together to his hometown? Or would she stay and he go? That last option seemed unbearable.


Because it seemed to be what he really wanted and she only wanted to be with him, she decided that she would move with him.  In fact, to help with expenses, she would move back to her hometown and live with her brother for the summer, after the school year was over. And then they would move together to his hometown in August.


The last few days before he left for Greece were bittersweet.  When she pictures them now, she remembers that they were always in each other's arms, that he was always reassuring her that the time would go quickly, that they would be together soon and that they wouldn't have to be separated again after this.


She cried every night afer he left. He was so far away. And she was quitting her job and moving, with only the promise that they would be together. No idea of exactly where they would live or if she would find a job. The only thing she had was his promise that it would all work out.


As May came to a close, she began to regret saying that she would move in with her brother for the summer. Because this meant she wouldn't be there when he got back. She would be 600+ miles away.  She wanted to be there waiting for him. Wanted to be able to see him as soon as he got back.


But, she realized that it would make their move to his hometown easier if she did this. And she had faith that they would be moving together.


And so, she left town, her car packed. Crying as she passed the places they had spent time together, still unsure of what would happen.

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58 Comments:

Blogger Oka said...

I was at point one time. I let him go...

November 9, 2010 at 7:15 AM  
Blogger Kristin @ Ellie-Town said...

Way to leave us hanging!!!

November 9, 2010 at 7:22 AM  
Blogger Secret Mom Thoughts said...

Looking forward to reading the rest.

November 9, 2010 at 7:35 AM  
Blogger Sarah said...

Wow. At what point does Hollywood make this into a movie ;)? Can't wait to hear the rest!

November 9, 2010 at 7:37 AM  
Blogger That One Mom said...

I remember every time The Chef left it felt like I lost a little bit of me, but always with the promise that one day we'd never be separated again. It was an awful feeling.

November 9, 2010 at 7:50 AM  
Blogger Jenny said...

okay...this post it definitely a teaser Shell! i am sitting on the edge waiting to see what happens!

November 9, 2010 at 8:12 AM  
Blogger ♥Cari♥ said...

Can't wait to read more!

November 9, 2010 at 8:42 AM  
Blogger Evonne said...

That's a long time to be apart. I'm sure the looming changes made it harder.

I think you should have squeezed into his suitcase and gone to Greece.

November 9, 2010 at 8:46 AM  
Blogger Casey said...

wow...I want more! You are such a good writer!

November 9, 2010 at 8:52 AM  
Blogger bigguysmama said...

I can't believe you quit your job and were moving on a promise! Man, you really had faith in what he said to you! Amazing!

~Mimi

November 9, 2010 at 8:56 AM  
Blogger Katina said...

Very interested to read the rest. I went to see the movie For Colored Girls (which is for women of all colors), this past week and got a very interesting view on how much we (women) do for men! Don't make us wait too long!

November 9, 2010 at 9:08 AM  
Blogger Di said...

So much braver than I could be. I could never ever move back to Mississippi for the hubby. I just don't fit in there.

November 9, 2010 at 9:29 AM  
Blogger Sara said...

The path you took to where you are now was pretty tangled... And trust me? I TOTALLY relate.

The way you're writing this though? Is powerful, and I can't wait for the next part...

November 9, 2010 at 9:52 AM  
Blogger DaisyGal said...

Shell!!!! You promised...LOL

Oh my goodness, you left us hanging again, my heart can't take much more.

(you know if you want to send me the rest of the stories..you know so I can tell you if they are blog ready...LOL)

I would have moved too...you were both in love, he wasn't leading you on, he was being honest...I would have packed that car as quickly and easily as you did..:)

November 9, 2010 at 9:52 AM  
Blogger Go Mommy said...

You always know how to end at a part that makes me need to hear more!!!

November 9, 2010 at 9:58 AM  
Blogger KLZ said...

Man, reading about the past really does make it feel like it happened to someone else sometimes.

My wedding, for instance, feels a million miles away. Did that really happen?

Somehow, your story here feels more real than that. Memories are weird.

November 9, 2010 at 9:58 AM  
Blogger Aging Mommy said...

That is always a brave move to make, for love. Can't wait to hear more.

November 9, 2010 at 10:21 AM  
Blogger Quirkyloon said...

I love reading this story, but dang you know how to leave us hanging!

(Good strategy! *grin*)

Can't wait to read more!

November 9, 2010 at 10:36 AM  
Blogger Salt said...

I'm looking forward to the rest of this story. It reminds me of something that happened in my past too. That doesn't seem like it was part of my life sometimes either.

November 9, 2010 at 10:39 AM  
Blogger Stasha said...

Amazing, isn't it, what true love will make you do?

Can't wait to hear the rest of the story!

November 9, 2010 at 10:49 AM  
Blogger Renegades said...

Change is so hard even when there is hope that the change will bring about wonderful things.

November 9, 2010 at 10:51 AM  
Blogger Jill said...

Your huz?! Ugh, heartache is just the worst emotion. You have me invested. MORE MORE MORE

November 9, 2010 at 10:58 AM  
Blogger Tiffany said...

You have a way with your words that makes me feel like it could be me. You are talented I tell you, as I have said so many times before. I'm dying to read more. I feel like I need some tissues to continue.

November 9, 2010 at 11:02 AM  
Blogger Jessica said...

The things we do for love.

November 9, 2010 at 11:16 AM  
Blogger Kmama said...

Wow. That is quite the display of faith and commitment...to leave your job and hope and pray that he came back to you.

November 9, 2010 at 11:20 AM  
Blogger Hutch said...

I would have been a nervous emotional wreck. The unknown has always been too much for me to handle in relationships. I'm done guessing what happens next for you though and just waiting patiently for the next part :)

November 9, 2010 at 11:20 AM  
Blogger purseblogger said...

I can't imagine what you were going through. I would have been a basketcase.

November 9, 2010 at 11:46 AM  
Blogger Venassa said...

Sounds like a difficult situation.
Love it though and can't wait for more.

November 9, 2010 at 12:04 PM  
Anonymous Making It Work Mom said...

I love that you went with your heart. I think too often, especially as women, we overthink things. And then once we overthink it we stop listening to our hearts/guts and only listen to all the reasons why it doesn't make sense (no job, no place to live, seperated for the next few months, new place, etc).
I think very few people every regret going with their heart, but lots of people regret when they don't!
Can't wait to read more.

November 9, 2010 at 12:14 PM  
Blogger The Drama Mama said...

Beautifully written. I'm sitting here waiting for the rest...

November 9, 2010 at 12:15 PM  
Blogger Emmy said...

Ugh you totally left us hanging again! I can't believe you quit your job!

November 9, 2010 at 12:19 PM  
Blogger SassySillySpunky said...

Like usual-AWESOME story that has left me wanting more. Can't wait for the next time :)

November 9, 2010 at 12:27 PM  
Blogger Steph said...

Ack! Wasn't expecting it to end there today! :(

Love this story.

November 9, 2010 at 12:48 PM  
Anonymous Ordinary Em said...

Sounds like a story I know. Hope yours ends smarter than mine.

November 9, 2010 at 1:04 PM  
Blogger Lady Jennie said...

I remember when Sir was possibly being deported (the visa worked out in the end) and we were early in our dating relationship, but sure of each other. He reassured me the same way - that he would bring me to France. It's a beautiful feeling to be wanted, isn't it?

(PS - I remember to pray for Bear).

November 9, 2010 at 1:16 PM  
Blogger Michelle Hoad said...

I'm sad you didn't get to go to greece. I've always wanted to go.

November 9, 2010 at 2:29 PM  
Blogger Karen Peterson said...

I was in a similar place once, but I was moving and he was supposed to follow me. And didn't.

November 9, 2010 at 3:19 PM  
Blogger MiMi said...

Ugh...a cliffhanger!!! lol

November 9, 2010 at 3:40 PM  
Blogger blueviolet said...

What a huge risk you took for love. So sweet!

November 9, 2010 at 3:42 PM  
Blogger Cheryl said...

I always look forward to the continuation of this story. Because I think I know how it ends (you've written about that before, no?) so I of course want to see how it gets there.

November 9, 2010 at 4:40 PM  
Blogger Tylaine said...

Seriously Shell I hope you think about writing a book. Even if it's just for your boys and future grandkids, I'm sure someday they would appreciate this story of their mom's past. This is awesome! I'm clinging to every word. What an experience!

November 9, 2010 at 5:01 PM  
Blogger Grand Pooba said...

Dangit you're gonna make me wait to hear the end???

November 9, 2010 at 6:01 PM  
Blogger Ms Bibi said...

That's what I call true love....so sweet.

November 9, 2010 at 6:06 PM  
Blogger Mellodee said...

I was hoping for happily ever after, but I'm getting a bad feeling about the end of this. I don't think Cinderella lucked out in your "story". Another Prince bites the dust! Oooooh, I can't look!!

November 9, 2010 at 7:11 PM  
Blogger Babes Mami said...

I agree with Mellodee!

And everyone else when I say more!

November 9, 2010 at 8:10 PM  
Blogger Babes Mami said...

I agree with Mellodee!

And everyone else when I say more!

November 9, 2010 at 8:10 PM  
Blogger Lisa said...

*If this post twice know that I'm on my bb and roaming grrr*
this is why I try to wait for all the books in a series to come out! I hate
waiting for the rest of the story.

November 9, 2010 at 10:27 PM  
Blogger Sandra said...

Hey, wait! More more!

November 9, 2010 at 11:44 PM  
Blogger The Blue Zoo said...

I love the way you are telling this!

November 10, 2010 at 12:03 AM  
Blogger natalee said...

Oh you ar sooo brave.. !! More more .. I love it!!!

November 10, 2010 at 6:33 AM  
Blogger Holly said...

This is good. I am a sucker for romance. I'll have to go read the rest!

November 10, 2010 at 12:35 PM  
Blogger cornflakegirl74 said...

I just love these installments... but then you leave me hanging and I can't wait to read what happens next! Nicely done once again, Shell :)

November 10, 2010 at 1:41 PM  
Blogger Melinda said...

You're killing me here! ;0) You are a master at the cliffhanger!

November 10, 2010 at 2:12 PM  
Anonymous Megan (Best of Fates) said...

I want to know what happens next so much it freaking hurts.

I mean, clearly you end up living happily ever after.

But what happens in between???

November 10, 2010 at 4:10 PM  
Blogger Saucy B said...

you're killing me! I want to know more! Totally wasn't expecting the post to end just yet. Way to work a cliffhanger.

November 10, 2010 at 6:30 PM  
Blogger Nancy C said...

Ugh. The military life is so hard of everybody involved. So much bitter- sweetness in this.

November 10, 2010 at 8:20 PM  
Blogger Adrienne said...

I had to go back and read a couple I had missed before I read you rnew post today. What a tough choice to move in w/ your brother. That waiting period would have been torture!

November 22, 2010 at 7:29 AM  
Blogger Darlene said...

I'm finally getting back to read more!I was not disappointed!

November 29, 2010 at 7:23 PM  

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