When I Met You…

When I Met You…

When I first met you, I had no idea the impact you would have on my life. I mean we were literally babies. We don’t even look, speak, nor act like the individuals we used to be. We both turned 31 years this year (being as we’re only 2 weeks apart) and we met when we were about 15 years old.

After the math?

I’ve known you for more than half my short life.

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Sheesus! Who are these people?!

The only thing I can say is that if I knew then, what I know now… I would have done sooo many things differently. And yet, I still feel like maybe I wouldn’t change a thing. We’ve been through so much over the last sixteen years.

But let’s start at the beginning:

We met at the PetShop (and it’s pronounced just like that, all in one word). If you know the Roque girls, and you also know the PetShop, you my friend know of some hella crazy times.

So… boy gets arrested, boy does community service with the policemen. Policeman sees he’s a good kid and just needs a little guidance, offers him a job at the PetShop.

Yep, that policeman was my dad. So yeah, I guess you could say my dad introduced us. Although, I don’t think any of us understood the impact of those small events until now, years later. So he got a job at the Petshop, and it just so happens that where we spent the majority of our time. With our mom, playing with the pets and stealing the money out the cash box to spend at the dollar store or salon down in the same shopping center. We are girls, and we were bored.

Over the years we’ve cultivated a friendship that would surpass anything. We’ve been through extreme highs and extreme lows — when we were nothing but friends. I’ve lost count of the number of times over the years that my best friend (now my husband) has saved my ass. From being belligerently drunk, and from the brinks of suicide, from cocaine highs that lasted weeks at a time, and depression lows that would keep buried for weeks. He’s sat with me through hyperventilating panic attacks as my parents rushed me to the ER, and held my hand every second we welcomed our two sons into the world.

 

He knows me better than I know me.

He knows that I can be funny, cute and charming — but put one toe out of line and I’ll cut your jugular motherf*cker.

And don’t think that I won’t.

He knows each of the me’s I have created over the years, and now? When I’m just simple me, we can laugh at all of my previous antics. And we don’t just get to reminisce on small moments, we can reminisce on everything because he has been there for me through it all. 

And now? I can’t picture doing this crazy thing called parenthood with anyone else.

He’s my person.