Part 3 All about me

So I was sent back down to the bay area in California to stay in a foster home. I was closer to Mike now and the foster parents I got were very nice. I was lucky. I went to another school. Mike was aloud to see me while I was at the foster home. He signed me out like a library book. On the weekends I could stay over night. With in a few months we decided to get married. I could get married in California with a parents consent, so I went to my father. He didn't want me to get married at 16. Who would want that for their child, but I really didn't give him a choice. I told him how I could run away to Wyoming and get married there with out his consent and he wouldn't be at the wedding, or he could agree and I could have a wedding in a church and have family and friends there. He saw it my way.
Oh there are so many things I wish I could do different... but that wedding was never one of them. It was beautiful, sweet and fun. Mike's uncle Kelly made my bouquet and a spare one for me to throw. I don't remember why but at the last min. I threw the real one instead. He was very unhappy with me about that. I wish I had never done that. I miss him. He was a great man. Mike's mother made the cake. The only bite of that cake I got was shoved in my face. To this day it was the best cake I have ever tasted. White with raspberry filling. Wow! Note she was always the greatest cook too. but anyway. We had our little wedding in a church with my father walking me down the isle. We drove off into the sunset towards Lake Tahoe where we stayed at an A Frame cabin. It was gorgeous.
I don't really remember the first time Mike hurt me, but I remember that it started while we where still on our honeymoon. He never actually hit me, but he would shove me down, or into things. He would cover my mouth and nose to get me to stop crying, but of course I couldn't breath either. I tried to leave him calmly once, but I woke up to the sound of a gunshot on the front porch. I got up; walked through the house, looking to see where it had come from; afraid that at any turn I would find him dead around the corner. I got to the front door, and looked through the peep hole, I saw a figure that I thought was him on a chair leaning over. I couldn't tell anything, I was sooo scared to open the door. But then I saw him move that proved to me he was alive. I opened the door and brought him in. I was so happy he was ok I didn't want to be the cause of his death. I didn't leave him then.
Things didn't get better. I finally decided I would have to leave him while he was gone. So I rented a room and got a friend to help me move out all in one night. That night I left my key in the room and slept the first night at my friends house. When I got into the room I sat on the floor, looked around, and I had no idea what I was going to do next. I couldn't see my life with out Mike. So I called him. I met him. And I went back to him. I wasn't gone 24 hours.
I lost our place to live. So we lived in his car for a little while. The amount of time is fuzzy, but to be honest... it was the greatest time of the marriage. It was him, me, and our dog. we were together all the time. I went with him to his work, and he would drop me off so I could do my job. But at night we would sit together and he would read books to me. Anything, any type really. It was great.
I left him again. I thought if I could move in with my father then I wouldn't sercome to his charm and my obsession with him again. This didn't work. My father and I have a hard time living together. And though things were going ok, two things were not. First Mike's birthday was coming and I had always been a sucker for a birthday. But His Uncle was dieing. I knew he didn't have much time. I wanted to see him so very much. I knew the only way I was going to see him was if I went back with Mike. So I did. And right away I went to see Kelly. He didn't deserve to die like that. I know he is in a greater place. God is taking care of him. This I know.
But now I was with Mike again. Time with one and nothing was different. But soon I got a chance to join the Army. I took the tests, and I did well. I was asked to be a helicopter mechanic. So I said yes. They offered me a chance to go to Rome right after training. I told them no cause I wanted to stay in the states to try to make my marriage work. I knew that if I left, it was over.
lol, come to find out, I am the dumbest person on the planet. No one ever gets a chance like that, not even after begging for thirty years. I let it go. And I still ended up getting orders to go to Korea. I will never forget the day my Drill Sargent gave me those.
There was a group of us in my room, when this tall black Drill Sargent came in. His presents could not be denied. He had a new look on his face, a sadder one then before. He knew little of my situation with my marriage, but by the looks of it maybe more then I knew. He told me he had my orders. I said, "just don't tell me I'm going to Korea, Drill Sargent," and he said, "you know you are, I'm sorry." I started to tear up before his words were out. so he cleared the room to give me some privacy. My marriage was over right then and there and I knew it. At that moment I began to morn my marriage. I had a good time with Mike after that, but nothing was serous anymore either. I was leaving and we all knew it. He tried so hard to hold on. He always did love me a little too much.