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by Scott and Tara

Desperately lonely at only 17 years old may not be normal, but so many things had happen in my life to make me feel like my world was crashing down. Growing up poor had never been easy, but somehow I managed to live my life around it. My mother, a single mother of 4, was struggling to make ends meat working at our local McDonalds. I was the oldest and just a year before had all the hopes and dreams of any normal 16 year old girl. I was moderately attractive and at times, perky and outgoing. Always striving to do my best, I managed to squeeze out some pretty good grades. I took college prep classes in the hopes of someday being a nurse. Although I dated in high school, I was a "good girl" who didn't "put out".

Late into my sixteenth year, my mother's boyfriend, like so many others before him, had decided to high tail it out of our lives. I was saddened because I really thought that maybe, just maybe, we would finally be a real family- have a house,a car, take vacations,and the whole nine yards. Even worse, my mother started making me stay home from school during days she worked day shift to care for my 3 year old brother. Eventually she insisted that I needed to quit school all together.That is when the loneliness really started to set in. My dreams of going to college were washed away in the blink of an eye. My friends became few and far between. I was now assuming the role of a mother to my little brother, taking on all the responsibility of any stay at home mom. When my mother worked nights, my responsibility grew to two additional children who were school aged and all that it entails. Most nights I would go to bed exhausted and depressed. I often wondered if my life was ever going to change. When I would cry to my mother about my pitiful life, she would call me selfish, and threaten to quit her job so that we could go back on welfare. That even meant living in even more poor than we already were. So I would just shut up and live with it, feeling like I had no way out.

When I sulked one day about all that I had missed in school, and all that I would eventually miss, my mom tried to enlighten me by telling me that she worked with a young man who had a younger brother my age, who just moved here from Cincinnati, Ohio and didn't know anyone. She got his number and wanted me to give him a call. I tried to call one afternoon and got one of 3 of his older brothers. The brother, Brandon, said that the one who I was calling for, Scott, was in Cincinnati for the week visiting old friends, and he didn't know when he would be home. He flirted drastically on the telephone and invited me to a party that evening. I was not at all interested in him...I hated cocky, forward guys. But lonesome and feeling like I had nothing to lose, I called my best friend up and asked her if she wanted to go with me. I figured at the least, I would just get out of the house. Since neither of us had cars, we called one of her sisters old boyfriends up for a ride. He drove us to this party way out in the country. But when we arrived, there was no party. The guy who lived there said he called it off. After driving around for hours, just cruising like a couple of old women, we decided to stop for a burger at the McDonalds where my mom worked, and call it a night. While there, my mom introduced me to the brother she worked with, Bruce. No sooner were we introduced, at that very moment, and in walked this good looking guy I had never seen in town before. I looked at my mom and said, "Wow, look at that guys eyes"! The moment he walked in, our eyes locked. I honestly could not hear what everyone else was saying. When he walked, it was as if it were in slow motion...just like in the movies. Typically he wouldn't even be my type. He had on a long black trench coat and was smoking a cigerette. And to my surprise, he was walking right up to me, my mom, and this guy Bruce! All of a sudden, Bruce looks at me, and says, "By the way, this is my brother, Scott! ".

I'm lost in my own thoughts, while gazing into his eyes. I fumble over my words..."huh"? He repeats..."This is my brother Scott...Scott, this is Tara". We simutaneously said hello and shook hands. But when we shook, we held on for just a moment longer than most. Looking back, I wonder what my mother must have been thinking at that time. Among the rustle and bustle of the restaurant, I was in my own little world.I said, "Soooo your Scott." He went on to explain how he and his stepdad had just drove in from Cincinnati and were just stopping for a cup of coffee before heading home. I didn't want to come on to strong, but I couldn't possibly pass up on this moment, I asked him if I could call him when I got home.He said, "I was going to ask you the same." When I got home, I did in fact call him,we talked for 5 hours...well into the night. Two days later, he came to visit at my house with a single rose in hand. Shortly after, young love blossomed, and in 6 monthes, we were engaged.

Mother was soon regretting our meeting. What was supposed to be just a date or two, was now love out of control. But maybe our love wore off on others. That summer, my mother ran into an old flame, and tied the knot on October 23rd, 1993. Scott and I also decided for a fall wedding. On November 13th, 1993,one week after my 18th birthday, we exchanged vows in front of our close friends and family. Many were unhappy about our wedding, including his parents who didn't even come to give their blessing. They informed us that we wouldn't last 3 monthes. Last year we celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary! January 2005 will make 12 years we've been together. We have 3 beautiful sons and have outlasted many other marriages, including my mothers, which lasted a mere 2 1/2 years.

We have endured many trials and tribulations in our time together. We
survived financial hardships, the death of both of his parents, and my father and sister, an affair by him 5 years into our marriage, loss of jobs, sickness, and most recently, December 26th, 2003, the morning after Christmas, our house burnt down. We lost everything but our lives. What hasn't killed us, has only made us stronger. Marriage is not easy. Unlike most, our first year was quite easy. We were young and irresponsible; spending most of our time in bed. The hardships began the second year. And of course, when he cheated on me in 1998, while I was pregnant with our 3rd son, I didn't know if I could get over that. He begged for my forgiveness and promised to be a faithful husband. From then on, things began to get better between us personally.

We weathered that storm, and everything after seemed so easy. I even got to start nursing school in 2000. We made a commitment to eachother when we were probably too young to be. But we knew we loved eachother from the start. Who knows where I'd be today had fate not thrown me into that restaurant all those years ago. Today, we are closer than ever. And I finally have a real family. When I asked my husband last year what he wanted for our 10th wedding anniversary, he said, "Ten more years!"

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