Thursday, July 20, 2006
It didn't take long for the questions to start after K.C. was born. You know the one - when are you getting married? It did seem like the natural progression of things. Well the NATURAL progression would have been wedding then baby, but you get what I'm saying.
I was only going to be 20, and I knew that I didn't love Randi enough to spend the rest of my life with him, but I felt...pressured, like I had no other options. Randi wasn't very nice to me most of the time. He called me fat, he went out with his buddies but not with me. He spent most of his spare time away fromus, his little family. I don't exactly why I agreed to marry him. Maybe I felt like I owed it to our daughter to make it work. Maybe there was so much pressure on me to do the right thing. Maybe, I didn't know what else to do.
We set a date for August 5th, 1989. The planning was more tedious than fun. Randi's mom was more concerned with the menu than anything else. My parents gave me a play-by-play of every detail. My Dad and Mom were paying for the meal and the drinks at their house afterwards. Every conversation with my Dad opened with a dollar amount. I wanted to scream "I don't want to marry Randi" at the top of my lungs. I wanted to run away,I wanted my Dad to make everything better. I knew that he was only Mr. Right Now, but I was too young and immature to put a stop to the madness.
So, on August 5th, 1989, I became Mrs.Randi.
I cried as I walked down the aisle. I heard whispers of 'that's so beautiful'. If only they knew the truth. I was crying because I knew that I was making the biggest mistake of my life.
We didn't really have a honeymoon. We went to a little motel near my hometown.I had never been to one before. I don't think that we even made love ( loose term ) that night, because Randi was too drunk. Maybe
if I had been drinking things would have been different.
We were only married one week the first time that he hit me.
Yup. The honeymoon was over.