My Parents

My parents hated my husband (boyfriend at the time). They did everything possible to try to keep us apart. As a parent now, I understand why, but they went about it all wrong. He was a "bad boy". I think that's what attracted me to him. He made lots of money and had a different life. And I got to be a part of it. In December of 1997, after dating for only about six months, one day at his mother's Christmas party, he proposed to me. Of course I said yes, we were so in love. When my parents found out, they flipped out and said I was ruining my life and I didn't know what true love was. Of course I was 17, so my parents still had control of me. They grounded me over and over again, trying to keep us apart. That didn't work. I would sneak out. 1998 rolled around and I finally turned 18, and they knew there was nothing they could do any longer to try to keep us apart. But that didn't stop them from still trying. It's funny, 13 years later we are still together even through all the hard times and struggles. Yet, my parents were married for 32 years and got divorced because they could no longer stand each other. I laugh at that because they haven't been through half of what I have, and I love my husband more now than ever. Who doesn't know about true love now? True love knows no boundries, true love never dies. It can pull two people together through anything and only grow stronger. Such wasn't the case with my parents so I think they have no room to talk.
Anyhow, I finished through high school with my parents constantly trying to get me to leave my boyfriend. Shortly after graduating, the life of my boyfriend, caused a few issues and things needed to cool off. So he came to me one day and said he needed to leave for awhile and he had no clue how long he was going to be gone. He asked me if I would come with him. Yes, I couldn't stand to be away from him and his problems were my problems. I knew my parents would kill me. So one morning after my brother left for work, and my parents were at work, I left them a note saying goodbye. Then I packed everything I could fit into my car and met up with my boyfriend. We then left Maryland, the only home I had known for 18 years. We both took our cars. I followed him to North Carolina were he had some family. It was a 10 hour drive and we drove straight through. I wanted to be as far away from Maryland by the time my parents got home to find my note. We got there, and stayed in a motel room. I didn't dare call my parents for days because I knew how that conversation was going to go.