I wrote a series of posts on the Non-Dad side of things. The original intent of the posts were to be a bit of an anecdotal story where I talk about how I met Sarah, and her take on it (which she just disclosed to me six years after the fact).
Like most stories, the series of posts did not go as planned. What was originally planned as a three or four paragraph post turned into 4 posts of a three part series, where I explain some things that I’ve never really shared with anyone before.
I figure that my readers may be interested to know a little bit about my past, and how I got to where I am now, but since I’ve already published the posts over there, I wanted to create this snippet to point you over there for the story. I’ll try not to do this in the future, but, like I said, the story went in an entirely different direction than planned. And, frankly, I think it’s written pretty well and don’t want them to go completely unnoticed.
The “I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo” series:
Part 1 of 3
Part 2 of 3
Part 3 of 3… maybe
Part 4 of 3
Fear not, it has not gone completely unnoticed!
I think it’s a great story, especially because it shows how much you and Sarah have already been through just to be happy together. Also, the part where you include that Sarah is understanding and supportive and accommodating when you do experience bouts of depression today is incredibly touching =)
If it makes you feel any better, though, my husband apparently had more game than he knew what to do with. I don’t know if it’s his freakish giant height or what, but women are always coming on to him, even with a wedding band and an enormously pregnant wife two inches away.
But did he meet me because he had game? No. We worked together. Heh. I like to say you meet the quality girls in quality ways, in mundane ways, not by picking them up at a bar.
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