How i got married (PART 1: This is a long story)
Seven years ago I moved back to Orange County from San Francisco. I was drug addicted, lonely, and generally beaten down by life. I still had some spark in me, but it was a dulled type of spark.
I was set up with Amy by a mutual friend, and I was really awkward around her, but we both took a genuine and deep interest in one another. It took us about a month of awkwardness and hanging out nearly everyday until we finally went on our first date. We became inseparable and she asked me if I would quit my job and come with her and her friends to Las Vegas where she'd take care of me while we lived there for a couple of months. The idea was that she was going to be saving up money that would come in handy to support her and her kid, and the way it was looking...me. The job market for stripping, her profession, was really booming seven years ago in Las Vegas. I thought that this was a reasonable plan, and we lived with her three friends in a motel room for a couple months.
I felt awkward living off of her, and I wanted to get a job. She told me that she felt guilty having me quite my job in Orange County, and we were still unsure whether or not we were gonna be in Las Vegas permanently, so getting a job was a shaky proposition. Her three friends were living off her also, and this did not sit well with me, as I felt they were taking advantage of her. Amy always has had a tendency to let people take advantage of her, and this is something that has played a central role in our relationship ever since.
So, I told Amy of my concern with her being used, and she agreed with me. Keep in mind, I felt as if I were using her too, and I talked to her of this concern. Like I said, getting a job was an odd situation, as we had no idea of where we were gonna be even the next day, let alone the next week, or month. So, I entertained going back to my parents house, but she assured me it was okay and that I could get a job once we were settled.
So, I felt like a loser living off a girl, and I drowned this feeling in drugs and alcohol...something that came to a head soon after. I bought some crack and smoked it with her three friends, and I still to this day don't know exactly what happened...but they lost their minds. I told them of my concern of Amy having to bear the burden of four grown adults (myself being one of them), while she was trying to make a better life for her and her daughter, and oh yeah...me too. See we were quickly falling in love. Anyway, the three started screaming at me, because they did not want to lose their meal ticket. They tried to grab the TV, which unknown to them was bolted down, and tried to throw it at me. The good thing about the incident was we had them out of our lives. The bad thing about the incident was the three went to Orange County and told Amy's mother what happened (a mix of a lot of truths, and even more half truths and outright lies).
Amy and I lived in Las Vegas for another couple of weeks, until we decided to move to Los Angeles. This is where our motel life in Hollywood sleazy motel begins, and where I'll continue my story next time.
I was set up with Amy by a mutual friend, and I was really awkward around her, but we both took a genuine and deep interest in one another. It took us about a month of awkwardness and hanging out nearly everyday until we finally went on our first date. We became inseparable and she asked me if I would quit my job and come with her and her friends to Las Vegas where she'd take care of me while we lived there for a couple of months. The idea was that she was going to be saving up money that would come in handy to support her and her kid, and the way it was looking...me. The job market for stripping, her profession, was really booming seven years ago in Las Vegas. I thought that this was a reasonable plan, and we lived with her three friends in a motel room for a couple months.
I felt awkward living off of her, and I wanted to get a job. She told me that she felt guilty having me quite my job in Orange County, and we were still unsure whether or not we were gonna be in Las Vegas permanently, so getting a job was a shaky proposition. Her three friends were living off her also, and this did not sit well with me, as I felt they were taking advantage of her. Amy always has had a tendency to let people take advantage of her, and this is something that has played a central role in our relationship ever since.
So, I told Amy of my concern with her being used, and she agreed with me. Keep in mind, I felt as if I were using her too, and I talked to her of this concern. Like I said, getting a job was an odd situation, as we had no idea of where we were gonna be even the next day, let alone the next week, or month. So, I entertained going back to my parents house, but she assured me it was okay and that I could get a job once we were settled.
So, I felt like a loser living off a girl, and I drowned this feeling in drugs and alcohol...something that came to a head soon after. I bought some crack and smoked it with her three friends, and I still to this day don't know exactly what happened...but they lost their minds. I told them of my concern of Amy having to bear the burden of four grown adults (myself being one of them), while she was trying to make a better life for her and her daughter, and oh yeah...me too. See we were quickly falling in love. Anyway, the three started screaming at me, because they did not want to lose their meal ticket. They tried to grab the TV, which unknown to them was bolted down, and tried to throw it at me. The good thing about the incident was we had them out of our lives. The bad thing about the incident was the three went to Orange County and told Amy's mother what happened (a mix of a lot of truths, and even more half truths and outright lies).
Amy and I lived in Las Vegas for another couple of weeks, until we decided to move to Los Angeles. This is where our motel life in Hollywood sleazy motel begins, and where I'll continue my story next time.