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Ageless Love
USINFO | 2013-08-14 14:22
I met my husband, Seth, in November, 1994 at a ski resort in California. As I was skiing down the slopes in Big Bear, a long-haired snowboarder caught my eye and we began our crazy relationship.
I was a 26-year-old divorcee with a 3-year-old daughter. He was a 23-year old (that's what he told me) college student in Arizona. If there is such a thing as love at first sight, we had found it. As we spent the first day together skiing and snowboarding all over the mountain, I realized that he was exciting and fun and that's what I needed after a rocky divorce.
Seth, was going to school to become an airline pilot, and I was working as a marketing consultant for a financial firm. He didn't have much money when we met so I would send him money so he could fly to Ontario every other weekend so we could be together. I didn't let him spend time with my daughter because I wasn't sure if our relationship would last and I didn't think she should be brought into that type of relationship.
Six months into the relationship, our love grew even deeper than we both imagined. My telephone bills were over $500 a month, and my airline bill was larger than my mortgage. We started talking about our families and heritage when we realized that we had come from very different religious backgrounds. His family was strict Mormon (Latter Day Saints) and my family was Christian, Catholic or Lutheran whichever fitted my mother at that point in time.
The religious difference scared me because I knew I was older and I wasn't sure how his six sisters and brothers would handle having their brother dating a much older divorcee. I put off meeting them forever!
And of course when he met my mother, the first words out of her mouth were "Great DeeDee, you can now raise your daughter and your boyfriend at the same time." So our relationship got off on the wrong foot and was about to get worse.
While out with Seth's friends one day, I realized that his friends said that he graduated in 1992. I thought to myself, "He hasn't graduated from college yet." But then as I listened more intensely, I realized he just graduated high school in 1992. "Oh crap, this means he is only 20 years old and I am 27 years old," I thought. I didn't talk to Seth for a month or so because I felt like I was a cradle robber or a molester. But my love had grown to the point of no return and I was extremely depressed without him. We began to talk again, and decided that we needed to take it slow.
After a few more months, I introduced him to my daughter, and he began to get afraid that he got into something that he wasn't ready for. He was still living in Arizona, but he had decided that if he was going to try in this relationship he needed to move back to California where I was from. He quit the expensive college he'd been attending for a year (his parents had been paying for it), and moved in with me.
I realized it was time for me to meet his family. My daughter Lauren and I met Seth's family (all 8 of them) and I felt like I was being inspected from head to toe. They asked several questions about my age and what religion I was, and did I ever see Elvis Presley in concert when he was alive. Let's just say it didn't get off to a great start, and I needed a cigarette bad! It was very hard for them to accept an old woman with their oldest son.
Seth finally got a job making sandwiches at a deli, making minimum wage and smelled like an onion every night. He went though hard times realizing that he couldn't support a child and a girlfriend. He felt like he was a loser and decided that our relationship must end. Again we worked it out. Seth joined the Sheriff's department and became a Deputy Sheriff. He was making good money and our life took a drastic turn for the better.
He asked me to marry him in December of 1997. We were married in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico on October 10, 1998 with 50 of our family and friends. In July 1999, we found out that we have a very slim chance of extending our family because I am older but that's just another hurdle that we can jump which will make our love stronger. In Aug. 1999, Seth adopted my daughter Lauren and we are living happily ever after.
I was a 26-year-old divorcee with a 3-year-old daughter. He was a 23-year old (that's what he told me) college student in Arizona. If there is such a thing as love at first sight, we had found it. As we spent the first day together skiing and snowboarding all over the mountain, I realized that he was exciting and fun and that's what I needed after a rocky divorce.
Seth, was going to school to become an airline pilot, and I was working as a marketing consultant for a financial firm. He didn't have much money when we met so I would send him money so he could fly to Ontario every other weekend so we could be together. I didn't let him spend time with my daughter because I wasn't sure if our relationship would last and I didn't think she should be brought into that type of relationship.
Six months into the relationship, our love grew even deeper than we both imagined. My telephone bills were over $500 a month, and my airline bill was larger than my mortgage. We started talking about our families and heritage when we realized that we had come from very different religious backgrounds. His family was strict Mormon (Latter Day Saints) and my family was Christian, Catholic or Lutheran whichever fitted my mother at that point in time.
The religious difference scared me because I knew I was older and I wasn't sure how his six sisters and brothers would handle having their brother dating a much older divorcee. I put off meeting them forever!
And of course when he met my mother, the first words out of her mouth were "Great DeeDee, you can now raise your daughter and your boyfriend at the same time." So our relationship got off on the wrong foot and was about to get worse.
While out with Seth's friends one day, I realized that his friends said that he graduated in 1992. I thought to myself, "He hasn't graduated from college yet." But then as I listened more intensely, I realized he just graduated high school in 1992. "Oh crap, this means he is only 20 years old and I am 27 years old," I thought. I didn't talk to Seth for a month or so because I felt like I was a cradle robber or a molester. But my love had grown to the point of no return and I was extremely depressed without him. We began to talk again, and decided that we needed to take it slow.
After a few more months, I introduced him to my daughter, and he began to get afraid that he got into something that he wasn't ready for. He was still living in Arizona, but he had decided that if he was going to try in this relationship he needed to move back to California where I was from. He quit the expensive college he'd been attending for a year (his parents had been paying for it), and moved in with me.
I realized it was time for me to meet his family. My daughter Lauren and I met Seth's family (all 8 of them) and I felt like I was being inspected from head to toe. They asked several questions about my age and what religion I was, and did I ever see Elvis Presley in concert when he was alive. Let's just say it didn't get off to a great start, and I needed a cigarette bad! It was very hard for them to accept an old woman with their oldest son.
Seth finally got a job making sandwiches at a deli, making minimum wage and smelled like an onion every night. He went though hard times realizing that he couldn't support a child and a girlfriend. He felt like he was a loser and decided that our relationship must end. Again we worked it out. Seth joined the Sheriff's department and became a Deputy Sheriff. He was making good money and our life took a drastic turn for the better.
He asked me to marry him in December of 1997. We were married in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico on October 10, 1998 with 50 of our family and friends. In July 1999, we found out that we have a very slim chance of extending our family because I am older but that's just another hurdle that we can jump which will make our love stronger. In Aug. 1999, Seth adopted my daughter Lauren and we are living happily ever after.
