So, My Married Life Began

I could not wait to start my life with him and live normally. Have a home, have a mortgage, pay bills and have a family. I vowed and dedicated my life to Marcus. I also vowed to take care of the family I would one day have. I would never let harm or betrayal come into our lives especially with the kids we would one day have. I was ready to protect my family from any harm and suffering as I had endured my whole life. I wanted to take with me lessons that I hard learned along the way. I loved our family life and routines growing up. The closeness and love we felt as family members in my own family, would be instilled in my new one. Family vacations, eating together, having family time and date nights alone with Marcus to build our relationship together. There had to be a time for everything made no matter what to accomplish success. Hard work and dedication would be the key.

Marcus was unable to work. He was still on a visitors visa in Canada. The application for permanent residency would have to be completed in order for him to work and our lives to truly start. We had found an immigration consultant to help us with the then, confusing application package. In time, in small increments, we had paid over $15,000 to the consultant. Paperwork and documents galore. Then came the red tape. Naturally, Canada had to assure Marcus was not using or abusing the system to get into Canada. In Canada, the land of the free and diversity with an unbelievable medical system, it was a prime living opportunity to those on not so fortunate countries. In Canada, especially Alberta, we do not pay a penny for medical treatment. Mostly everything is covered by Alberta health care. A card given to you at birth at no cost. Any medical treatment was usually covered. In our neighboring country, the United States, treatment had to be paid for and paperwork had to be filled out before a doctor would look at you. They even turned people away that had no money or insurance. That would never happen in Canada. Even foreign workers received cards for free health care while in Canada for work. A visitor, as Marcus was, would have to pay for medical but still then, it would be so inexpensive. Forty dollars for a doctor visit. He would also never be turned away if he needed any medical surgeries or more intense treatment. They would perform regardless of money or payment but give a bill in the afterwards. Luckily, he was a healthy man and didn’t need anything during his waiting visitor year other than a doctor visit for a cough or cold. Marcus was also a very high candidate for migraines. They would hit him hard. He suffered from nasal infections constantly making him gag from draining. The altitude change would set his migraines screaming. They would hit more often than usual. He would have to succumb to a quiet dark room, lay down holding his head with tears in his eyes and rock back and forth. I felt helpless. Most of the time, all I could do, was tie a belt around his head and help him pull on it as tightly as I could. This would offer him some temporary relief. I had never had one headache in my entire life. I had no idea what a headache or a migraine would feel like. Watching him suffer always broke my heart. I felt helpless. We spoke to mama in Alabama on several occasions because she suffered from migraines as well. Mama would help by sending is some medications that worked for her. Over the counter vitamins and such to help prevent the migraine from getting worse. It helped somewhat, but his body was also adjusting to the new climate and altitude. Canada was known for getting amazing amounts of snow in certain parts and not so much in others. In Calgary, some years, the snow would be over three feet high, other years almost one foot. It would also get downright freezing with temperatures dropping below -20°c/-4°f. To Canadians, that is normal weather. We are so use to it. To visitors, that is down right freezing cold. Snow was now upon us. Marcus was going to discover Canada’s winter months. The first snowfall would fascinate him! He loved watching it. Marcus told me in Alabama, they would get snow rarely too but it was heavy and wet. They would not get very much of it and it would melt right away. If more came, it would shut down the entire city, county. In Canada, even in years of sometimes having an upward of 5+ feet of snow, it would never shut the city down. We would still have to drive or walk on those slippery roads to get to get to our destinations. Planes would still fly. Busses and trains would still function no matter what flurries or deep freeze we were undergoing. It would now be cold but not what was usual. We were having an ok winter season. To too cold at all but cold enough to freeze the hair on your head or in your nostrils. Marcus went out to brush the snow off our vehicles one morning.  Two hours later, we still saw no sign of him. I had ended up getting busy and then falling back asleep for a nap. After a few hours, upon waking up i noticed Marcus was no where in the house! I asked my family where he was and they said he was still outside clearing snow off the cars! They were giggling a little. I was so confused! I was more concerned than giggling or laughing like the rest of them until I went and looked from the window. In an instant, I started giggling like the rest of them. He had the snow brush in his right hand and slowly waving the snow off the cars in segments within a pattern design. He looked hilarious. It was like he was waving a magic wand over the snow and delicately, with long strokes, fluttering the snow off the car. From far it looked like a magical dance he was performing. I knocked on the glass window and asked him to come in for a sec. He walked into the house, his nose red like rudolph, his hair frosted over including the hairs in his nose. The first words out of his mouth was ” I can’t believe how fluffy the snow is here! I love brushing it off and watching it fall. I Alabama the snow is so heavy, wet, not fluffy like this but there is so much of it”! He was ecstatic! It made me laugh harder. I was worried about him driving on the slippery roads when he wasn’t use to it but he assured me he was a professional driver and had a class one truckers driving license. I always trusted and had faith in everything he told me but no matter what, deep down, I would always worry. I loved him so much I would worry about everything. I needed to protect him from everything. He was so precious to me. He saved me. I always felt like I had to return the favor. It wasn’t even like that….I wanted to. Government paperwork was all completed and sent in. It was now the waiting game. It would take one year for the paperwork to go through. Marcus would go stir crazy not being able to work or do anything for that long. We also had to pay is American bills in Canadian funds plus the bills I already had. That, in time would prove to be so difficult. I was now just teaching piano privately. I was not working full-time. My studio set up was not ideal for more students. There was no door to close for privacy. We stayed downstairs and the entrance was just the stairway. The time would soon come that we would have to declare bankruptcy in both Canada and The United States.  It was hard to do but it sure relieved us of financial stress. 

Yes, I’m Getting Married!

The weekend was here and we made it to our hotel in Edmonton. The hotel was attached to this great mall. Within the center of it was a huge pirate ship and dolphins in an aquarium swimming freely. When the mall was closed, hotel guests could walk through the mall at night after hours. We preferred to do just that. The first night there, we spent half the night window shopping and playing with the dolphins. He was such a gentleman. Never let go of my hand and always offered me his arm. At the other end of this huge mall, was a section called “Burbon Street”. All the bars and nightclubs were lined up. All indoors. The music was loud. People everywhere. We both didn’t like all the crowds and drinkers wandering around. We decided to go back to our room. Our room was georgous. I always received special offers and room rates where ever I went from my previous work with lasers and fireworks. I knew and had sponsors everywhere that still loved and respected my past work. Our room had a large king size bed in it with a juccuzzi and fireplace. The bathroom had a six man shower in it all made of marble. The room also had a little sitting area of leather couches and a sofa with a small kitchen and bar. Our room greeted is with champagne on ice and chocolate covered strawberries, fresh fruit platters. The next day, we wondered the mall again having breakfast at a small indoor cafe that was designed as though we were out side having breakfast in Paris. After our wonderful meal we went back to our room for a little nap. Nothing wrong with catching up on a little sleep! We were up so late the night before. We slept a pretty long time waking up in the late afternoon. We took our time, got ready and went for an elegant dinner in a five star restaurant in the hotel. It was the first time we tasted crocodile! After a wonderful dinner we went back to our room for some alone time. We made love for what had to be hours.  I cherished every second of his tenderness. We laid in the bed reminiscing about the funny stories that led us to where we were. Next thing I knew, he got up from laying beside me, sat right next to me still lying down and said…”Could I ask you to be my wife? Would you marry me”? I laid there crying. I couldn’t answer him. My heart was overwhelmed. My past 28 years had meant nothing. All the good, all the bad. It all went away. My tears were flowing continuously. Marcus kept wiping them asking me what was wrong. I finally was able to tell him that he had already changed my life for the better. God sent me an angel in his form. He took all my pain away and made me stronger. He taught me how to love again amidst being raped by my father for 20 years. He wiped away all my sadness. He had the power to mend my heart, my soul and my brain. I know the reason this angel was sent to me. He was sent to heal and protect me and he sure was. Was it possible to love a human being this much? “Yes Marcus! Yes of course I will marry you”!! I cried some more. He kept kissing me tenderly for the rest of the night holding me tightly in his arms. I don’t think he planned to purpose to me that night. He did not have a ring but told me he wanted to buy one for me when we returned to Calgary. The next morning, we had another wonderful breakfast and began our drive back to Calgary.  On the way back we stopped for gas. He wasn’t coming back from paying. It was taking him a long time! I noticed him standing at a payphone. When he came back to the car he told me he had called my father to ask him if he could have my hand in marriage. Marcus was such a gentleman. I really didn’t give a crap what my father thought, his approval or disapproval. We really both couldn’t care less but had to act. We were now both good at it. My father of course, said yes. The whole family and the extended family and friends loved Marcus. There was nothing NOT TO love about him. I was engaged! To the man of my life. We arrived in Calgary and was welcomed with screams of excitment. Everyone congratulated us on our engagement.  We couldn’t wait to call the family in Alabama and tell them too. I felt so terrible taking him away from his family. It was a choice he made to do. He knew with my life and career that I couldn’t move to Alabama. We talked a lot about it. I loved his family very much. They were very similar to mine. Their beliefs in God and the love for one another. I especially loved pops. Marcus’s dad. He always made sure to make you laugh. Such a gentleman in his own way. Marcus and his dad had so many similarities. Same body style, hands, feet. Even their laugh was the same. He was such a character. His mama more conservative. We got on the phone and told them of our engagement. We had planned they be here for the wedding to make it official. They agreed. They purchased a beautiful trailer and a new truck to pull the trailer with. They planned to come up and visit us the coming summer. We decided to get married at home with a justice of the peace first. Marcus was still only a visitor in Canada. We wanted to get our life started together right away. Our vows were to be on October 2, 1999. We would commit to each other on that day. A nice small wedding with only close friends and loved ones. Then on July 9, 2000 we would have a full blown church wedding to renew our vows with friends and all our both families. I had found a simple nice white dress suit and Marcus a nice black suit. My family with my sister missing. They were still in Texas. My eldest brother and his wife, my best friend and her husband. A few close uncles and the Justice of the peace. That was it. Why was I so nervous? I couldn’t wait to marry this man. The love and passion I had for him was so strong. Food overflowing with champagne and loved ones surrounding us, we said our vows and we were officially married. Wow!!! It was done! I was married to my soul mate! The man of my dreams! I could now call him ” my husband”. What a wonderful feeling.

Decisions Decisions

Marcus came with me to train a few times while preparing for a Western Canadian competition. He was pretty impressed by Bruce and the power I had. He was living with me in Canada now, which was to be forever. It felt so right and so good to know he had my back. He was “my rock” in every sense. Everything I once did, I did a little better because of him. We had decided to take a trip up to Edmonton Alberta so I could show him the world’s largest mall. We were excited to go spend the weekend alone. No family no interruptions. Our daily routine was obviously boring in a sense but as long as we were together, life was exciting! His kisses continued to melt me. I felt as though I could not breath without them. His tender kissable lips were addicting. We kissed for every reason. If I had to go to the bathroom I would kiss him first, if I left or came back to the house, had to kiss. If I went to take a nap, kisses first and the same with him. Even if he or I went out for a cigarette, had to give kisses first. Every morning and every night. When we slept, there was no possible way that we could sleep without some body part touching. Then we could both fall asleep easily. We were inseparable. I would thank God everyday for giving me this man. I still don’t know where the sky opened up and he fell next to me. He was with me forever and that’s all that mattered. His accent would make me laugh. I always understood what he was saying but forgot that my family members, especially my mother would have difficulty understanding him. I remember many times when Marcus was sitting on the couch with my mother. He would be chatting up a storm. They would chat for hours. As soon as they were done, my mother would come to me in the kitchen and say “what was he saying”? What? The whole conversation, 2 hours and she didn’t understand a word he said? My mother is one of those mama’s that like to pile your dish with food. You can serve yourself but she will always add to it and if your almost done, she adds more. Well, the way Marcus was raised, his mama always taught him to never leave food on your plate. My mother would fill his dish after he was done with another helping. I remember one time he quietly took me aside and said he couldn’t eat anymore but didn’t know what to do? She kept filling up his dish saying she loved a good eater! I finally had to tell her not to keep adding food to his dish. He was going to explode! The family got use to Marcus and fell in love with him. He would soon get comfortable with my family and fall in love with them all. With the exception of my father. He acted civilly around him. Deep down he wanted to kill him. He was a good actor when it came to my father. I felt so protected by Marcus. I knew he would never touch me again. Marcus would kill him for sure.

It was getting harder to go to the gym. I had a competition coming up so I had to go. I was not about to lift anywhere near the weight I did in Vegas. There was no need to kill myself with heavy weights. No one in Canada came close to my lift totals so I could do my warm up weights and I could win. I did. First place. Marcus and my family were so excited and impressed. The radio commentator, while I was deadlifting, said I looked like I was bending down to pick up my underwear! So simple and with no effort. I laughed while doing all my lifts. I ended up with the giggles that whole day and could not stop. Till this day, I don’t even remember why? I was also the only athlete to be running out the back door for cigarettes. One of the massagers that work on the athletes backstage asked me how I smoked and then lifted. I told him the cigarette was my power. He laughed. 

We were to go to Edmonton the following weekend to relax. Marcus and I looked forward to it. The time would finally come. We were packing with excitement! We finally hit the highway for a long three hour drive. Talking about everything the entire way. After our conversation we began to plan our future. Was It the gym? Would we settle down right away? Have babies? Do I continue to work? He was a visitor in Canada. Marcus was not allowed to work yet without the proper paperwork. He had to wait and go stir crazy. Sitting at home all the time. Marcus was a very hard worker. I never questioned that a bit with him.  Always helping others. We always told Marcus he had all the patience in the world. I didn’t. He grounded me. That’s what made us such a perfect couple! We finally arrived in Edmonton. The Fantasyland Hotel. This weekend was going to be so nice!


First Place…YES!

Just before it was my turn to go up, Bruce, our coach, came around the corner aiming right for me looking so angry! Bruce, so tall and huge and intimidating with red eyes, bent forward to me and put his face right into my face. He said, “They are red flagging all the Canadian lifters, they told me we are not going down far enough when we squat”! When you squat properly, as the weight is on your back and you begin the squat, you must bend down bending your knees, your buttocks must go lower than your knees. That is considered a proper squat. Apparently, we were told none of the Canadian lifters were doing that which means they were all being disqualified. One by one. Yelling in my face he continued to say,” I will go the bottom of the stage in front of you. Look for me. When you squat, I want you to focus on ME! Do not stand or push the weight up until you hear me yell PUSH IT UP! I will make sure you go low enough so your not red flagged. Our hope is in you. Watch for me. Look at me. Listen to me”! He sat me down right away and undid the wraps on my wrists and knees. He began to re wrap my knees so tight that it was cutting off my circulation! He then began wrapping my wrists just as tight. My hands went numb. My heart was beating so fast. Some lifters, right before going on stage, had a quick sniff of pneumonia and walked out. I had tried it once months ago before a lift and it messed my head up. No way was I able to do that! I didn’t need it anyways. I had so much anger always built up inside me naturally, I didn’t need to sniff anything. 

Now was the time. My name was called. I could hear the cheering and yelling and I was ready! Bruce helped me up out of the chair and towards the stage. I walked like I was robotic. Wrapped so tightly and a very tight squat suit, it was a huge effort to even make it TO the stage. Oh dear Lord, let me just do this for me, my coach, my team! As we turned the corner onto the stage, Bruce naturally, grabbed the pneumonia and shoved it under my nose. Startled, I breathed in! It took him a split second to realize that I don’t sniff that stuff but it was too late. I already took a deep breath in and my head was spinning. He walked me up to the squat rack and then left me to the spotters. Bruce made his way down to the front of the stage and my eyes followed him. I needed to see and listen to his screaming at me when it was time to push it up! I had four spotters with me, two on each side. I was ready. I waited anxiously waited for the judges cue to do my squat. The crowd went silent. Everyone waiting for the hand gesture from the main judge. I was so numb! No blood flow. “Hurry up please”! I thought. Finally, the cue. I got the weight on my back. Held it tight, stepped backwards a few feet and waited for the judges cue to now squat. The judge lowered his hand, the moment was here. I began squatting the weight. Lower, lower, down slowly. It was so heavy! I still had two more heavier lifts to do and wow this one was heavy! I needed to qualify unlike my fellow lifters. When I thought I could go no lower, Bruce wasn’t saying push it up yet! I thought that’s low enough!! I listened for his voice, inching my way down as far as I could go. The pain was unbearable but I kept going lower. Finally, I heard his voice yell “PUSH IT UP NOW, NOW, NOW”! I was so relieved. Along with his yelling, the crowd began yelling as well! Everyone wanted to see a Canadian qualify! I pushed it up so fast. All the tightness with the wraps sure helped me spring back up. Now I know why he wrapped me up so tight! I sprung back up like a breeze! Everyone was yelling and cheering. It was so loud! Then complete silence. Everyone’s face was turned towards the flags. I needed two or more green flags to pass. Everyone’s eyes glued and waiting. First green flag! Everyone screamed. Second green flag, everyone screamed and continued to scream. I already passes with the two. Three green flags!! My coach ran up onto the stage and hugged me. He was so happy.  I could hear the roars from my family and team members. I did it! Now I could legally continue on with the competition.

I had finish my squats and was on to bench press. I opened at 200 lbs. My chest forced itself to pop out further than usual from my tight squat suit. When I layed down on the bench to press the weight, my chest stuck out so far that as long as the bar touched it, it was a good press. With bench press, you just had to take the bar off the rack, touch your chest and rack it back up to pass. Well, with my chest out so far, I only had a short way to go other than the rest! So funny. The guys were all mad at me because of that. I passed. 

Onto the deadlift. I was getting so tired. Being high on adrenalin for the day was super tiring. My turn for deadlift. You have to bend down, pick up the bar, and stand up straight locking your knees and pulling your shoulders back in a locked position. Wait in that locked position until the judges cue you to put the weight down. I passed all my weight predictions. Three green flags! I was done. An American girl was my only competition. She was super strong and in my weight class. I knew deep down that I had far surpassed her in my weight lifted when they tallied the total weights for each lifter, to determine the winners. Sweating, exhausted, mind blown and excited…all the lifters waited anxiously for the awards and placements. We were able to go into the audience and wait with our friends and family. 

The time was here. Weights cleared and the judges along with the medals and trophies, were ready to announce the winners. The cameras were all rolling. Media everywhere. All the lifters sweaty, covered with chalk, habing to make television appearances if they won. Starting with the women, going through the pound classes. I would be last in the super heavy weights. It was time. A lady from Germany taking third place. The ladt from the U.S. taking second which could only mean one thing….first place from Calgary Canada, ME! Ah! I did it! Everyone was cheering and clapping and high fiving me all the way up to the stage. They put the medal around my neck and handed me the beautiful first place trophy. I had lifted 1430 lbs making me the strongest woman in the world. The U.S. came in at 1050. It was so great. My coach came up on stage as well and personally shook my hand and bear hugged me.

It was over..the interviews, the excitement. It was time to go to our hotel rooms. I was so hungry! I just have ordered at least 8 or 10 dishes off the inroom dining menu. I ate it all. I fell asleep right after the last bite. The following morning, I was so sore I couldn’t move. My body screamed from pain not to move. After a few days of scorching heat and trying to tour Vegas in pain, it was time to go home. Home sweet home. What an experience. 

The Strongest Woman In The World!….no really!

In the days I had my business, one of my bodyguards introduced me to a gym he went to. It was about 20 minutes from home and he told me lifting weights would help take out my frustrations.  I was not gym material but I loved the atmosphere.  I was close my my bodyguard Wade. He stood about 6 foot 3. Built like a machine with a goatee and a half head. He was covered in tattoos making him look very mean and intimidating and he was but not to me. He was a teddy bear to me. He introduced me to all his friends and the owners of the gym. It definitely was an ironaddicts gym. I didn’t know what I was doing and tried to make like I did. He would take me there three days a week to work out and train me best he could. One training session, the owner Bruce, came up to me and told me he saw a lot of strength in me. He asked me to do a few squats. I had never done them before. I did what he said. A half hour later, following all he was telling me, he said “wow you have so much inner strength, would you mind if I trained you? Would you be willing to get powerlifting? I head up the Western Conference and I can take you so far! Your strength is blowing my mind”! I was so flattered at his comment. I decided to give it a try. It wa 1996 and I had to juggle so many things but getting fit was important too. I began going into the gym mire and more, every chance I got. The tension that was always built up inside of me would soon go away. Bruce was my trainer. He was s pro hockey player when he was younger. Believe me, this man stood 6 foot 5, 350 pounds of lean muscle. He was huge! He would tower behind me when we trained. The weight he lifted and pushed was unimaginable. He explained the powerlifting world to me. The do’s and don’ts.  He was so supportive and encouraging. When he yelled at you in the middle of a lift, it was so loud and scary! When I told him the weight was too heavy he would tell louder saying “Let’s go! No excuses! I wouldn’t make you do it if I didn’t think you could”! Sure enough, I did it. Getting into the heavier weights, he introduced me to wraps and belts. Squat suits that literally look like they would perfectly fit a 2 year old and I would have to get into it! “Yeah HA, in your wildest dreams”! I laughed. Whatever!! I was pretty top heavy. I tried getting into it but it was impossible. I came up with a great idea the next day. I arrived at the gym with a small bottle of olive oil. Rubbed it all over me and Bruce with 3 other bodybuilders each took one end of the 2 straps and literally shook me into it and it worked! Wow! Women should design those babies for our figures!! Holy did it suck everything in quite well! Only problem is it made my chest stick out a few feet. My buddies at the gym decided to nick name me “slick”. Everyone had a nickname but me but now they found one! I kinda liked it. From that moment on, I would be slick for everything. The suit sure helped when you had so much weight on your back. It would help you bounce back up. That’s when the heavy weights began. I could feel the power within me. I started to warm up with 400 and 500lbs on the squat. I got stronger. My coach decided to sign me up to the powerlifting confederation and have me compete. He told me I would be the worlds strongest woman and to let him get me there. I did! I began training heavily 4 days a week. His motivation would get into my head and I would get stronger everyday. Only problem was, I was a smoker and it showed when I had to lift. I met a lot of friends being on the Canadian team. A big group of us and we were like out own family. Everyone helped and stuck up for each other. We would all be together so much all week. The training was fun. It didn’t feel like work. I became close friends with a girl named Jacquie. She was in the same super heavy weight class as me, 199+. The first competition was drawing near. Everyone gearing up for what was to be an exciting event! The stage full of weights and the stands full of spectators. All the lifters laughing at me trying to get into my squat suit with oil and assistance! Why didn’t they have problems? Some much bigger than me. Three judges watching your every move when it was your turn. Three white flags and three red flags. Each judge could grade the lift red for failure or green for pass. As long as you had at least 2 out of 3 green flags, you passed. You get three attemptes to pass and make your highest weight lift. The lifts consisted of the squat first. If you fail all attempts, you cannot move on to the others. You would become disqualified. Secondly was the chest press then lastly the deadlift.  The total weight of the three combined produces the winners of first, second and third place in the various weight classes. In my three lifts, received green flags all the way. My first competition, first place! The adrenaline was there and I loved it! I was hooked. Bruce promised to make me stronger everyday  and he did. Jacquie and I would start to come and go to okotoks tofether. We had a lot of fun together. Hanging out, out side of the gym. She had no siblings. We were like sister’s. Dealing with work and gym was hard and sometimes I would be so exhausted, when it was time to compete I would not be able to do my best. I’d fall to second place. Jacquie would take first. We were such good friends it didn’t bother me. Just before meeting Marcus in 1999, the CAN/AM World Cup was being held in Las Vegas. Bruce encouraged all of us to register. He wanted the Canadian Team to go and kick butt! All of us powerhouses were booked to go! I had never been to Vegas before. My whole family decided to come and cheer me and my team on. I was so nervous! I worked so hard to make sure I was at my best. The strongest I could ever be. I had won many first place trophies and medals in previous competitions so mentally, I knew I could do it. We landed in Vegas the night before. Nerves set in but I was at my prime. The crowd as far as the eye could see. It began with the squats. All the lifters from various countries. Turn by turn. For some reason, the judges were red flagging all the Canadian lifters. Not one of us was making it through! As they went up in weights it was getting closer to my turn. I had to life with the men lifters because what I lifted was very heavy. Higher than some of the men competing! I was to open with a 450 lbs squat. My first lift. I waited to be called onto the stage. I was use to crowds, that’s for sure. I was ready.

The Day Is Here!!

The day was here. It was Sunday and Marcus was arriving at 2pm. Thank God for sister’s who are stylists and make up artists! I know they are beautician and not magicians but I was so nervous.  Everything had to be perfect. The whole family came with me to meet him at the international gate. We waited and waited. People started to come out of the international doors.  It was his flight! No Marcus. Waited and still no one. Then, over the speaker I heard my name being called to security! Oh dear God, what happened? I anxiously walked over to the security doors and went in. They asked my if I knew Marcus and what was he doing here. I told them he was here to visit me and would be staying with me! They thanked me and told me I could go back to the gate. The second I got back, I could see the silhouette of a man coming towards the doors. He was a little bowlegged. I loved it. His walk made him look like a true countryman. There he was! Walking out of the gate. My heart was pounding. I didn’t think it would be appropriate to attack him, squeeze and kiss him in front of family and everyone. Especially my father. Surprisingly, my father was very welcoming and warm to him hugging him as though it was his long lost son. My sister’s and I all looked at each other funny.  After introducing him to everyone, I hugged him so tight and kissed him on the lips. Every ounce of my body would shiver and the butterflies were hysteric. Everyone talked and laughed the whole way home. We were going to have a great time together for his week here. I would make sure of it. We prepared a beautiful dinner and sat outside laughing and telling stories all day and through most of the night.  I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Watching his every move trying to be inconspicuous about it. His eyes seemed to change color from blue to greyish green when he just spoke ot laughed. We never let go of each others hands. We had to stay touching no matter what. Only when one of us had to use the rest room we would have to let go. The passion was dynamic and appreciated because my heart knew he was the one. In the week of his visit, I showed him all I could but we kissed so much we missed half of it. We went out for lunches and dinners, bowling, driving tours, movies and sometimes we would just cozy on the couch alone to chat and tell stories. I got to play for him. Song after song and he would sing! He had a wonderful voice. Sounded like Garth Brooks. He would sing songs to me like “the dance ” and ” to make you feel my love “. Wow he gave me goosebumps. He was asked to join a band long before he met me and turned them down. With his accent and low voice, it would make me googly eyed. We knew in the back of our minds that the week would end and we would have to plan what happens next. The fact that he had to leave again wss stressfull and heart breaking. I couldn’t wait for him to just be here to stay forever! The last night, we had a good talk. He decided to go home, sell the rest of his things and come back. That was the plan. I cried again when he left but we both knew within a month, he would be back and we would never be apart again.  I watched him wall through the gate and he was gone. Later that evening, we talked on the phone.  We talked about our love making and our caresses. I missed him terribly already and I had just seen him earlier that day!! The next morning, he called me back. He said the sweetest words anyone could hear. ” Darlin, I can’t live another second without you. I gave half of my stuff away for nothing. I couldn’t wait to sell them. I am flying back tomorrow. See you then sweetie. Love you”! The heavens opened up and listened to my soul. I wouldn’t have to wait a month for his return.  He was coming tomorrow and we would be together forever, never to part. I ran up the stairs so fast to tell everyone.  I tripped along the way killing my knee. I didnt care. My heart was beating as though I had just ran a marathon. Everyone was excited for me. That night I had a talk with his mama. She seemed sad and not very talkative. I was taking her son away but she knew he would go wherever he found love. His parents and his sister were fine with it but his two brothers weren’t. They didn’t think he should leave Alabama. They were never mean or angry when we spoke but they would hardly talk to him again. I felt so bad but I didn’t know what I could do about it.

I went by myself to pick him up from the airport again. I waited to be called to security but I wasn’t! There he was. Literally, my night in shining armor. I couldn’t wait to kiss his lips. Squeeze his neck and I did all of that and more. We got into the car and drove home. I cried all the way. It was unimaginable that he was finally with me and it would be for good. We talked so much over the first few days. I would take him to meet my coach in okotoks. A gym that I had history with and friends like family. I have to stop here and explain a little about my so-called physical life. It was a very important part of my life but finding love ruled a close second to this. It was called the Greig’s Back Alley Gym.

The Best In Music!

I had always cherished the KORG line of keyboards. The sounds that came out of them were so original and so unique. I could play all types of instruments and no one could possibly guess if the sound they heard was coming from the original instrument or my keyboards. The sounds were dead on. In my home studio, I began creating some of the most beautiful music I had ever done. I was proud of myself. Anyone that heard the tunes would compliment me always. When I would begin to play, my family or guests visiting at the time would come down and listen. I always attracted a crowd. I was getting closer to my family now that I was home more. Outings here and there but it didn’t take long for the drama to start. One thing for sure, my father was leaving me alone. He went from a sexual predator to an extreme pervert.  His eyes, always staring at our female parts. Whenever he walked by he had to rub against us. I was older now. I would roll my eyes in disgust. We kept quite for our mothers sake. She was getting old and we didn’t think she could take the news if we did tell her. We also didn’t want to be embarrassed around family and friends who would know of our dark past. They could possibly blame us and we were not prepared for it. We had a whole new fear. Not from him anymore but from everyone else around us. All that would keep us sane was the fact that he wouldn’t go to heaven. He would have to explain to God one day, why he did the things he did to us for all those years. We wanted God to take care of him and we knew he would. 

My second older sister whom at one point years ago, burned her skin with cigarette burns, came to me one night after a family function. She told me he was still attacking her and had now given her the excuse that if she didn’t give in, he would die. The story was that the doctor had apparently given him pills to keep him alive and only the pills along with sex would help. How F*÷;ed up was that? Did it ever dong on you ahole that we want you to die? We had all been anxiously awaiting the time for it to be over? Excitedly dreaming of how sweet our life will be when your gone? So we could actually enjoy life and enjoy our mother without having to look at your face? I guess not. My sister had worked for the bank and was a very important employee. With all the stress at work and with our father, she ended up having a nervous break down. It happened at work. It was so severe that she would need therapists and psychiatrists to help save her life. She would go on to be on disability for the rest of her life.  

She told me that hideous story one night that our father told her and she made me so proud! She told him that if he ever touched her or anyone else again, she would tell and he would spend the rest of his sorry life in prison. What a brave sister!! She stood up for herself and all of us. I couldn’t believe my ears.

I don’t think he would from that point ever touch anyone again. 

The next day was busy with students. The more busy I made myself, the more the time would fly and Marcus would arrive! I just wanted him near me, with me. I felt so safe!

I managed to create some of the most beautiful classical pieces. People would tell me, “Andrew Lloyd Webber, eat your heart out “. I felt so proud. A few days to my angels arrival. I was super excited. I would get to show him everything about me this time. Everything that I grew up with and around. The days took forever to go by. It was like time literally stood still.  I just needed to feel his arms. His lips. I could not sleep or sit still until the day would finally come.