Nope separate stories.
I had broken up with a long time on again off again girlfriend and started hanging out at a terribly cheesy dance club. This club was 16 and over, as I was not yet 21 and there were no 18 and over clubs in the area at that time.
I met this girl who I danced with a bit. She was 26. It didn’t strike me as odd that she hung out in a 16 and over club. Perhaps it was all the drinking I did before I went there.
So we started dating. In the few months we were dating I noticed she was a bit of a basket case, but then again my last 2 girlfriends were no winners either so I didn’t think much of it.
This girl would cry about everything and anything… one of those “BUT DO YOU REAALLLLY LOVE ME” types. Everything was a big deal everything a battle.
One day she was upset that she didn’t know what I was really feeling. Me being an idiot and not knowing to kick her to the curb said the only thing I could think of to prove to her I wasn’t taking it lightly. “Let’s get married”. To this day it was the worst 4 syllables I had ever uttered.
Well we started planning the thing. Her family… made Al Bundy’s brood look like the royal family. Her mom would hang out all day in a housedress, drinking Run and Cokes until she couldn’t walk. Her dad was about the same, but loved to talk about how he could kick everyone’s ass despite being a spindly little bastard. Her two younger brothers were like Beavis and Butthead mixed with Bill and Ted.
Her Family insisted that since they were poor the whole wedding would happen in their back yard. The refreshments were to be A few cases of Bud and free pizzas pilfered from the little Ceasars she worked at.
Within 1 week of asking her to marry me I didn’t want to marry her. I did not know how to stop the flaming shit filled rollercoaster of death. So I kept going.
Finally the day of the wedding came… about 4 times that day I considered runnign to Canada or Mexico. I went through with it and was not happy. All my friends asked me “What do you see in her” and my only honest answer was “I have no idea". They thought it was a joke.
The marriage was awful. She was a harpy. She would screech at me and cry if se didn’t get everything her way. If I even recommended a different movie than the one she wanted it was a reason to cry. She’d make asinine accusations. She’s slap me in public. She’d say the most incredibly stupid and embarrassing things to people. It got to the point that my only solace was to start drinking around breakfast time on the days I was at home with her.
In fact she even tried to talk mew out of getting a Tech Support job with a computer company. At the time I was working as a janitor. She (and her family said) you’re stupid… you have a job that pays you 8 bucks an hour! You’re going to get fired within a month and then you’ll be out of your good job. (Just a note that TS job lasted 6 years while I kept being promoted and eventually moved me to this job where I get to travel the world and make considerably more than $8 an hour).
Finally the last straw came. Me and a good friend had made plans to go to dinner and go see an anime flick that was playing at an arthouse theater. She had been invited and declined saying “it sounds lame”. Fine with us. So the day comes and she raises holy hell. She decides to come with us. We go to a brew pup to play pool, eat and drink some beer, she gets sloshed beyond belief and then demands we go home because she doesn’t want to go. We tell her she knew the plan and this movie was playing one night only and started in 10 minutes. She said “Take me home or I swear to god I’ll blow up this car” As we looked at her in disbelief of her idiocy she starts yelling" You two are just fags for each other aren’t you!"
Calmly I told her I’d had enough, we took her to her parent’s house (near the theater), and I told her not to bother going home that night. My friend and I enjoyed the movie and I went home.
The next day she called to tell me she was going to stay with her parents for thaw weekend and I said. I don’t ever want you to come back.
Within a week I had the papers filed and sent to her at work.
After the divorce I had her come and get her few meager possessions (we owned nothing so it’s not like there was much to split up). Then she disappeared from my life, only to surface a few days before I was due to be married to my current (and wonderful) wife. We had a few words and I told her I never wished to speak to her again.
Poptops, well now, that’s a completely different story.