Well~ day one of his week away....2 of my best guy friends called they were heading to NH to Bill's parents place and wanted to know if I wanted to go, what the heck. We were out on the boat and I was soaking up the sun and the boys went tubing, I thought I would try, thinking back now, the voices in my head where screaming at me not to do it, but as usual I ignored them. All I remember was flipping off and feeling like my arm left my body, all I heard around me as I gasped for air trying to stay above water....(yes, this is me being dramatic) was my 2 friends lifting me and then because 1 boob came out of my bathing suit, they dropped me back in the water. Really?? I know they had seen boobies before. After adjusting myself they finally pulled me to safety. I was in pain and angry at myself. I am not the most athletic or outdoorsy girl and this just proved sun bathing is the only summer activity I should do.
I ended up in the ER with a small fracture to my shoulder, my doctor said they can sometimes be more painful than an actual break. My left arm was placed in a sling for 3 weeks!! I am a righty so this wasn't as horrible as it could have been. Do you see where this is going?
When Charlie got back on Saturday he called and asked me if I wanted to go out to dinner, of course I did.
Now I know "The Rules Book" which was very popular back then, stated never make yourself available last minute, I said to hell with the rules "Yes, Charlie, I am available and would love to go". I did tell him about my shoulder, so we made quite the pair, him in his cast me in a sling, oy. We joked that we would tell the waitress it was a trampoline accident gone horrible wrong, surprisingly no one asked, we did get a lot of strange looks. It was the best first date I had ever had. The kiss at the end, let's just say it made my toes curl and I had butterflies in my stomach, truth be told I still do to this day when he kisses me.
Oddly enough the fact that he had a broken wrist worked to our advantage, he was unable to work and when he wasn't with the kids he was with me. We spent a lot of time together Monday -Friday, the weekends he had his children and we were no where near that point yet. I felt like this relationship was better than any other I had, he was caring, a good listener, fun to be around and I was really getting to know him and he was getting to know me.
Not the me everyone thought they knew, but the real me. During my first marriage I worked at the same hospital as my Ex-husband, our divorce was very public and rumors ran wild. I was a single gal with lots of friends and had parties and went out, my social circle was work.... people love to gossip and boy did I make it easy!! I ended up leaving as all the "chatter' got to be too much and even though 80% of stuff wasn't true I was never going to be able to change the perception.
Anyway, enough about that, that could be another blog! At the end of the summer there was a charity softball game between the Peabody Police and Firedepartment, it was a public event and I knew Charlie was going (didn't know it was with his kids), I asked my friend Bill to go with me, it was good oppurtunity to hang out. When I arrived, what I saw stopped me dead in my tracks... there he was surrounded by 3 little ones dancing around him in a cricle, as adorable as it was I thought "am I crazy?" I can't date a man with 3 little kids, was this my plan, would I be good at it, could I love them? These and a gazillion other questions whirled around in my mind. My friend saw my panic and we went for a walk, he pointed out that Charlie was a great guy, perfect for me, me for him how happy I had been the past few months since I had meet him was I really going to walk away?
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