Ten years ago I met my husband Jack Clark through a group of mutual friends. We hit it off quickly. After a week of talking, we began dating. About a month after we started dating we lost our virginity to each other. My parents raised me in a very strict Christian household and even though I knew I shouldn’t be doing the things we were doing, I continued to do them, anyway.
Jack was the sweetest man I had met. He was there when I had surgery to remove my appendix. He never left my side until his mother told him he had to come home. We had only been a couple for a month. But he showed so much love and compassion during that time.
We only had one issue during the first few months of our relationship. He got mad at me for something but he never told me what I did wrong. He met up where our mutual friends and I were at and ignored me. My dad threatened to never let him see me again if he continued to act that way so he was quick to apologize and promised he wouldn’t act that way again.
Senior graduation came and soon I was off to college. Even though I stayed on campus, he would come down every once in a while to visit as I would go home to see my parents on the weekends. We made our semi-long distance relationship work despite not being able to see each other as often as we used to. But that changed when I befriended this guy named Mike who unbeknownst to me, had a crush on me. When I felt that Jack couldn’t trust me around Mike, I told him I couldn’t be with him. That split only lasted a month but I think deep down it was what Jack and I needed to realize we loved each other and wanted to be together.
After we reconciled, things felt normal. Our relationship was better than it had been when I first started college. About a month later, I found out I was pregnant with our first child. I eventually dropped out of college. Jack and I worked hard to find a place we could live together and bring our child into.
This is where the story begins...