Shaken Love

My birthday in mid-February marked the beginning of the roller-coaster of love.  A short time after, FringeMan, in his casual and laid-back way, dragged me into a jewelry store to determine which shape diamond I would want if at any time in the near future he may be in the market for buying diamonds.

I stood at the jewelry case looking in at little rocks throwing prisms of light in every direction. While sparkles captivated my being, my hands began to sweat and my heart beat out the rhythm of a tribal chant. I felt as if I were about to be thrown in the pot of boiling water and eaten as soup. I panicked.

I didn’t question my love for FringeMan, but I did question acting on my love. I was just twenty-two and I hadn’t been looking for a man or marriage. I knew from our first date that FringeMan was too determined.   He was a hunter from the beginning and I was his prey.

I bolted from the store and into the parking lot, filling my lungs with large gasps of cool winter air. Sensing my panic, FringeMan gave me some space. Space for my mind to wonder in a million directions. Every bad long-term scenario played through my head in those few parking lot minutes. I wanted my marriage to be the forever-after kind, the once in a life-time kind, the till death do us part kind and I didn’t want to wish for death sooner than necessary.

I didn’t want to make a mistake.

The only real reason I could think of not to consider a future with FringeMan was based on our different eating styles. You see, I was and am a carnivore. I eat meat with a side of potatoes. Everything else is negligible. FringeMan operated on the premise that vegetables were not only necessary for health, but were vital to life.  A marriage between us could never work.

So I turned my tragically love torn gaze toward FringeMan and exclaimed with open arms for all the world to hear, “We can never get married. I don’t eat my vegetables!”

For more love stories, visit Musings of a Future Pastor’s Wife.

If you’re new to the domestic fringe and you want the entire up-t0-this-point story, I’ve created a new page for you.  It can be found above the photo at the top of this blog – FringeLove.

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13 thoughts on “Shaken Love

  1. jeannie

    i was wondering why you chose to eat the pepperoni pizza over the veggie lovers when i first invited you and the kids over for lunch.

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  2. Jenn

    You have come a long way!!! Okay, maybe not THAT far with the veggies, but you are making progress!!!

    I am cracking up. I think I almost fell out of my chair when you told me about the “veggie issue” way back when.

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  3. Jo@Mylestones

    Ha. Blame it on the broccoli, right?
    I know what you mean though–I was also young when I got engaged, and it is a scary thing trying to figure out if it is really the right thing. Especially when you are so determined that this one union counts for forever.

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  4. Rachel

    FringeLove! I LOVE it!!!

    I’m cracking up that the reason you were nervous was because of veggies. 🙂 I can’t wait to see how he finally won you over!

    Reply

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