Continued..........
As I said; Then came a knock on the door and Oh, My GOD !! There he stood right in front of me! A little shorter than I remembered, a little heavier too, all that thick black hair had gone silver, wearing glasses, but I would have known those blues eyes anywhere, even after not seeing them for 36 years !! I put the coffee on and then said;" you broke my heart you know"?
"ME? Broke your heart..........I stayed drunk for a year after you ran off and got married" he said. Of course we played the blame game a few minutes until we both realized that that spark never left, it just went dormant for nearly four decades.
Now for a little 1960's history. Eric was my next door neighbor, seven years my senior. When your 13 and he's 20, that's too much senior, my daddy would have hung him by his ears! So, I
flirted and he smiled............and I cried when I saw him with them 'older women'. However, he paid me enough attention to keep my young heart in his hands. I even expressed to my Aunt who had married a Murdock( no relation) that I would marry Eric and my name would be Murdock too. Can you imagine me saying that at 13 years old?My Momma would have kicked my butt into the next week if Aunt Wilma would have told on me! Anyhow...Vietnam was going strong and he joined up, the 173rd Airborne Brigade! I wore that song ' Soldier Boy' out, do you hear me? Wore it out! I wrote him letters that went unanswered, we moved and life went on. I went on and married someone else even though I was too young(15) to even think about marriage. The first red flag came 15 minutes after the wedding..........I saw Eric while stopped at a red light a few blocks from the church! I had no idea he was back in town and out of the Army! OMG!
"I have stepped off in it it now", I thought ! My Momma raised us to be responsible for our actions, " you make your bed, you lay in it" she said. So I laid in it for 20 years and gave birth to three children, then fate had other plans. He had married someone else 18 months after I married and they had two children, both boys. She passed away with Cancer right around the time I moved back to Hattiesburg.
After the knock on the door.............we dated for 4 years and married on December 14 th 2007 !
So let's see..........I moved back to Hattiesburg, I dated Eric for 4 years, I married him, I started commenting on blogs then got my very own blog and joined Facebook! So much for saying Never !!
And that my blogger friends is the rest of the story..................
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Okay........so I did neglect to say that so far, we are living happy ever after. I think God made an awesome choice for me in sending me a husband ! It seems he really was my Destiny and I just took the wrong road for a few years. Well, maybe more than a few!
Carol, I love your blog. What a coincidence my dad was born and raised in Hattiesburg and moved from there in the mid-50's for work and finally settled in New Orleans when he married my mom. We would ride there from time to time with him to see the house he was born in...of course it was dilapidated by then, but I'm sure it was a grand Victorian when he a child (I think it was on McLeod St.). We would also go to the cemetary where his parents and many relatives are buried.
I am fascinated by Harper Lee and Margaret Mitchell too. I have an affection for Southern authors.
I love your blog and am adding you to my blog roll.
I am so happy that this story has a happy end! Thanks for sharing all of it!
Our winter wonderland is bleak again: the sky is not so blue anymore, the white frost has gone and the ice is melting! More is the pity! Back to normal.
What a wonderful love story...
I watched Tess of the D'Urbervilles last night on public television's Masterpiece Theatre. English author Thomas Hardy must have had an incredible mind, to pen such love stories.
It sounds like you could write your own :)
Thanks for visiting my blog...
Yes, destiny. I adore stories with a happy ending.
Love sweet endings! I too, had to listen to my Momma.." you make your bed, you lay in it"..only I laid in it for 10 not 20 years.
Carol, That's amazing.. Your story is alot like mine. I was married for 20 yrs and had three children. George also has 2 children..
I love your story... For us (even George)--love is much more special this time. We truly are 'soul mates' (for lack of a better word)...
Thanks!
Hugs,
Betsy
Wonderful story. Yep, we all have to learn not to say "never." And if we DO say it, don't believe us.
I discovered your blog through your comment on Pat's, and I'm glad I did. This is a beautiful love story, Carol.
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