Marrying your High School sweetheart can be great but I think people build it up too much. You’re not the same person as an adult that you were as a teenager. That’s not to say I had a bad marriage but it wasn’t exactly that perfect white picket fence life I had built up in my head.
Our biggest problem was conceiving, as in, we couldn’t do it at all. Time and time again we tried and time and time again there was a negative where there should have been a plus. And my wife, my Mel, grew more frustrated and sad the longer time went by without her getting pregnant.
I told her it was okay, said ‘baby, we can always adopt. There’s nothing wrong with adoption.’ We’d have a better chance of getting a kid, something we both wanted but clearly God was not going to let us have. At least, not one that was made by me and Mel.
There was a while there where I thought she’d warmed up to the idea and so I started setting up a nursery and calling adoption agencies. Mel seemed so much happier until suddenly, out of the blue, she began to act so strange. Quiet and distant and she was reading things that she wouldn’t allow me to peek at. Mel would glare at me if I even tried and hid the books who the hell knows where.