I know I’m breaching man territory here with this confession. I mean US guys don’t normally come out and admit our hearts emotions. That makes us PUSSY’S, doesn’t it? But I’m diving in and here to tell all of you. I admit it. My wife is my best friend.
I met Jodi while surfing the Internet. Yeah I was looking girls. I’m not gonna lie. I wanted a relationship and well… at the time the pickings were slim, and I was tired of meeting women with screwed up personalities, so much baggage that not even an airline would accommodate them without charging the over-bag fee, and don’t even get me started about the BAR SCENE.
My dilemma? I had a brain injury. I also had a gigantic hole in my wallet. My income was a thousand dollars per month and always would be until I reach 65. These two things did not exactly make me the catch of day where a woman looking for security and a husband who worked, able to provide for her were concerned.
Then I saw her picture.
I was signed up for a site called “Single Me” and Jodi was signed up with “Match.com” the two companies owned by the same conglomerate. It was while surfing I came across her picture for the first time and well … what can I say? I was in love.
Okay I know how corny that sounds but it’s true. I immediately sent in my money (since guys had to pay for information) and girls were free. God that sounds so bad, thinking about it now. Like paying for a mail order bride or a hooker. But it wasn’t like that. I paid to get her email so we could communicate outside of the site. And I sent her an email.
We emailed back and forth for about a month. I told Jodi I was heading up to PG to visit my parents with my son and my ex (yeah my ex) nothing between us other than visiting the grandparents with my boy and I wanted to meet Jodi when I got back. We set up a date and time to meet (January 10th, 2004) at Starbucks. That was the day my life began…
From the moment I saw Jodi I knew she was the one. Again I’m gonna get hog-tied and germinated for admitting this from all the guys. But it’s true. I knew I wanted to marry her right from the moment I saw her picture, before meeting. I can’t explain it. I won’t even try. She was the one.
Jodi was different.
By different I mean she was quirky, loving and caring, down to earth and she pulled no “punches” telling it like it is. Much like me. She was also a great communicator which is exactly what I wanted in someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. What impressed me the most though was how strong she was, being a single mom at the time, dealing with a past of abuse and crap from her ex (a piece of crap) thank you very much. Jodi didn’t judge me when she found about my brain injury, nor did she care I was never going to be able to provide for her and her son financially in the future.
“Money isn’t everything…” she said to me. She had baggage though. Big luggage she carried, but I felt strong enough to carry her bags and lighten her load. Jodi’s ex had done a real number on her.
I remember meeting “He who should not be named” that’s what we call him in our house because even saying Jodi’s ex’s name sends a shockwave through not only her, but me and JJ (our son) as well. I say our son because I have been a big part of JJ’s life ever since he was five. He might not be mind biologically, but he’s MINE.
This guy comes over, dropping off JJ off. He and I go out onto the balcony to have a smoke. I can see the look on Jodi’s face, scared shitless that her ex is going to chase me away. I have to give it to the guy, he tried.
“You know she’s crazy, right? She’s like bipolar and she yells and screams a lot. She will blame you for things and I’m just saying, she’s no good.” He who should not be named warned me.
Now there are two kinds of men in this world. Men who look at women as objects, things to be used and abused to make themselves feel better, putting them down, breaking them down and basically treating them like dogs. And there are men who hate men who do that.
I fall into the latter category.
He who should not be named left. He was extremely unhappy. Me, I was grinning from ear to ear. Jodi grabbed me and asked me what he said to me. I told her. The look of horror on her face was awful. She told that she understood if I didn’t want to date her anymore.
Date her? I was going to marry her, she just had no clue.
It was then I grabbed her face and told her that I told her ex it didn’t matter what he said to me about her. That was not how she was going to be with me. I wasn’t going anywhere. Jodi cried.
My wife is a strong women. She has pride in her. She didn’t realize her own strength back then. Six years later, still married. I’m still in love with her, more than I was the day we first met. I know that’s “shocking” right?
But it’s not.
Jodi takes care of me. She understands my brain injury like nobody else. She talks to me. She isn’t crazy. Well — okay she is but in a good way. She’s funny and beautiful and no matter how I screw up, not remembering things or even when we argue about things. She sees me in a way nobody else has. And the things she says to me…
“Thank you for loving me,” she will tell me. “I feel loved by you every day. You have no clue how much I love you. You are my best friend.”
LOL – it’s funny. She has no idea that she saved me, and all I had to do was love her. Love her right. The way she deserved to be loved. She does deserve it.
I know how lucky I am. I met and married the woman of my dreams and all it cost me was my heart. A small price to pay if you ask me to marry your best friend.
I love you Joey!
* This post was written by Corey Shaw aka Forgetful Dad, hubby to Jodi. Thanks for Reading! *