Me, the circuitous route

If you read the post below I mentioned that if you readers wanted even more back story into my history you could ask and I would blog. If you haven't noticed (and the dh has let me tell ya) nothing is sacred here on this blog and while I'm not as vivid and x-rated as the Redneck Mommy (hey, at least I'm not Canadian) I am more than happy to owe up to a less than smart choice of first husbands. Yeah like I'm the first woman to make that mistake, pleeease. Anyway one of my friends and few faithful readers came over this morning and requested that I post said follow up story. OK then lets get started shall we (don't worry, it's the super abbreviated version)? Oh and let me just note this at the very beginning, because the dh will have me edit it back in if I don't, that NOTHING WE DID IN HIGH SCHOOL COUNTS. Or at least he thats what he says. Got that? 'K? 'K. So we'll go all the way back to... hmmm dang, 1988? I think it must have been 88 when I first met Jason. Yup that same Jason I have mentioned before, the one I punch in my sleep. He's the one on the blog list, m0to. He had just transfered into my graphic arts class, long blond hair, Oakley sunglasses, you know the wrap around kind, denim jean jacket with Metallica on the back or some such thing on it. You know, one of those long hair guys. You do know what I'm talking about right? So I thought he was cute and started talking to him. And so we got to talking and he was not my type and he had a girlfriend anyway. But he invited me to hang out with his friends and listen to his band play etc so we got to be friends. One of his friends turned out to be this guy that I ended up dating (the future DH). Well the future DH had this rule that he never dated a girl for longer than 6 months in high school so I eventually got dumped. It was to be expected, it was, after all, high school. And we wonder why the dh claims nothing counts in high school. Moving on, I got this boy friend after him and ended up marrying him. Remember the first rule of dating? Never marry the rebound guy? Yeah? Well it's true, I proved it. And he was military, just going into boot camp when we married. My present DH was in our wedding party actually, no lie, he was one of the 4 guys holding the chuppah, how funny is that? That first bad husband, he was army. We were not right for each other, at all. We were stationed in Nor Cal for a few years, then Washington DC and that's where I divorced him. One day I woke up and thought "That's it, I'm done with this idiot." and he was brushing his teeth that night I told him I was done. And he said "Really, you sure?" damn that man was stupid. And I said yes and then he told me he was sleeping with his best friends fiancee. Of course there was a long list of other stuff that led up to this but I can't be bothered to remember nor do I care about, it was...1994 by then maybe? I don't know, long enough ago that I no longer give a hoot. I have since visited his step mother (a wonderful woman, unlike his mother,that woman, ew) when my dd was 2 years old or so and found that her dd had married my dh's neighbor's son, a boy my dh grew up with. And also found that my ex was still a loser and had not fixed his jacked up ass and even more of his family had disowned him. Sad, sad, man. He had issues. Big issues. I'm not saying all our problems were because of him but he was broken in ways I can't even begin to explain and nothing I nor his family could do could fix him. Does that tell you something? Did I mention that his dad was a child psychologist too? I don't know what was wrong with that family but I was happy to not be around their problems any more let me tell you. At least with my family I am just limited to my freakish mom....