The next few blog posts will be back story. It will help to have a timeline of events leading up to the demise of my marriage.
I am going to assume you do not know the definition of dredging. Growing up in the Midwest, I had never heard of dredging. In short, it is underwater excavation that keeps waterways and ports clear for marine traffic. My first day on the job it was explained to me as “we suck mud.” Fifteen years later and I still explain it this way.
I married my husband after dating for nine months. In reality, it was more like fifteen weeks. We met at work. I worked in the main office and he worked out in the field on one of our dredge boats. Our company works up and down the entire East Coast. His shift was fourteen days on and seven days off. I saw him roughly six days out of the month when you figure in the travel time.
Prior to our short courtship, our company didn’t offer direct deposit. On his week off, he would come into the office to pick up his paycheck. EVERY single time I would have to ask him his name. It was nothing personal. I just don’t do well with remembering names and faces. This went on for several months. At some point, before we were dating, he began taking my check and depositing it into my bank account for me. Not having to deposit my check was a time saver. At the time, I was living in Hampton. Getting to work in the morning wasn’t too bad. However, driving to Hampton from Chesapeake in the afternoons took around an hour. The Hampton Roads Bridge Tunnel will back up quickly in the summer.
I was living with my sister, brother-in-law and one year old niece. I was overstaying my welcome and needed to get my own place. He owned a town home and a two year old pit bull, Kayla. He asked me to move in. We were spending our free time together and his home was only ten minutes from the office. I packed my bags.
Nine months later, while watching WWE wrestling (Pit Bulls and Wrestling = Redneck), I told him I wanted to get married the next time he came home for his time off. He said ok. No romantic engagement story for us. Not even a ring.