Kinda maybe the beginning...

My fiance came home to find me passed out in bed. Goodness, fiance, it is such a great word. If we could all stay fiances and never be wives? Maybe passed out in bed was more a turning point vs the start. The fate of our lives crossing is more the beginning. I'll get back to the passed out stuff n stuff in a bit. 

I was 17 and had my new car for a few months before I sideswiped the basketball pole in our driveway. In my defense my parki

ng space at home was super difficult to maneuver at 20 mph and I had not yet mastered the patience for anything slower than 20. My Dad was pissed, and made me get a job. I was never going to get one of those until I graduated college. So good golly miss molly what does Amy like to do. Think, think, think. I like to drive my car, and listen to music. That hardly equates to a job. Hmmmm. How can I drive and listen to music, pizza delivery. I pulled into the first one I could find and filled out an application. "Ok, Miss Lindell you can start tuesday." Tony who was also 17 was the head cook. He had sworn off dating chicks he'd worked with and I'd sworn off boys altogether. So over the next few months we became friends and then later engaged. He began working for my Dad cleaning up after fires.

 He was trying to make it on his own working 2 cooking jobs and going to school. Dad figured he could pay him the same per hour of the 2 jobs combined to keep him in college. The disaster restoration field is intoxicating if you are cut out for it, and Tony was. He quit school and continued to learn restoration. I did not go to ASU, to far away from home, I went to community college and worked as a preschool teacher. 

My Pre School Teacher Photograph 

My fiance came home to find me passed out in bed. A bottle of Boone's Farm Strawberry Hill, I always liked the Beatles and Strawberry Hill reminded me of Strawberry Fields, empty somewhere in the bed with me. My miniature pincher Cindy nestled in some joint of my half dressed body. Black tracks down my cheeks from the mixture of tears and eye makeup. He wakes me.

"Baby, baby, what are you doing here, what is wrong."

"I quit! All of it, school and work school, I can't do it any more. Sara the school owner is a sorority b***h that plays cliquy girl games, she is supposed to be a boss. Then this boy he is a terror and she will not let me inform the parents because they are friends of the family, my grades are crap because I've put everything into teaching, I love those kids, but without a planing hour I bring work home instead of studying, It's just not working, so I quit."

"So you quit your job."

"Yes and I'd like to go to bed now and just stay here for a few more days please..."