Our love story (with some awkwardness)

My biggest regret (besides lacking psychic abilities necessary to save Matthew)? Not recording my dad’s toast at my wedding. I remember it – how the crowd roared with laughter, and how some inquired whether my dad (Marlyn, not to be confused with Marilyn), a conservationist, moonlighted as a stand-up comedian…

“It’s started over,” I said just after Matthew died. I don’t know what I meant… Our story? Our journey? In my grief fog, I’ve learned, I sometimes say stupid shit that’s incoherent.

“It hasn’t started over,” Mark’s dad, Doug, reassured me, “You and Mark’s, and Matthew’s, story began long ago.” I don’t know what he meant either. But his words were oddly comforting.

But it seemed true – Mark and I go way back (high school sweethearts). I know – offbeat me wished for a ridiculous love story too – like I met my husband peeing in the bushes during a traffic jam on the freeway. Don’t worry, there’s still plenty of fun oddities here. And since our “story” lasts like 8 million years, I’ve tried to be concise (albeit choppy).

Mark and I met at after-school conditioning. He was a freshman. I was a sophomore. Mark played basketball. I played soccer. To friends, I was fun – hilarious. To guys, I was shy – didn’t speak. EVER.

My freshman year, a 7’0” tall guy, Ryan, fell in love with me ONLY because I was also tall (like 5’11”). I wasn’t impressed – to me, it was odd he played trombone better than he played basketball. But Ryan asked me to homecoming, and I accepted. I went home that night, crying, and told my parents to forbid me to go, so I could renege on my acceptance. They obliged, and I reneged. And in four years of high school, Ryan and I never spoke again.

I wanted to avoid a Ryan-type situation, so I ignored Mark, although I found him attractive – sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, and as Taylor Swift would say, “so tall, and handsome as hell” (though not 7’0”). Fall of my sophomore year, Mark asked if I planned to attend homecoming, and I quickly answered “no” to shut down any possibilities.

I still liked Mark, but I noticed he’d become extra chatty with my friend, Danielle, another tall blonde who played basketball. So I gave up on his stupid ass until winter of my junior year, when he called one Thursday night to ask if I’d attend “winter sports” with him that Saturday.

Apparently Mark was always enchanted by me – mostly by the sight of my ass in my sexy orange shorts. It wasn’t anything else, because we’d only ever spoken like ten words to each other.

I told Mark I’d give him my answer at school on Friday. My mom, Linda, forced me to accept Mark’s invite, while my dad questioned whether I’d fast-track myself to loser status by dating a younger guy.

After school Friday, Mark cornered me in the hallway to get my answer. I was pretty much as awkward as that girl, Deb, from Napoleon Dynamite. And I wore an oversized red t-shirt with polyester snap-away basketball warm up pants, which was HOT. I reluctantly told Mark I’d go.

When Danielle heard the news, she was DEVASTATED. Apparently she’d fallen in love with Mark.

Also, Ryan told Mark I was a mega-bitch.

Saturday afternoon my mom and I went shopping and picked out a black dress from Express. In addition, my mom insisted on purchasing me nude-colored panty hose to wear with my open-toed shoes. I guess my mom hoped I’d never go on another date. Or get married. Before Mark arrived, I did a piss poor job applying some make-up (I was scared of mascara at the time), and my mom helped me fix my hair in a dorky style.

First date - love the N64 and guy being shot on TV in the background
First date – love the N64 and guy being shot on TV in the background

I don’t remember one thing about the dance, but afterwards, we went to Mark’s house. I met his parents, Doug and Sharon, and we ate ice cream and watched a movie (so wholesome). It was all very sweet.

Mark and I agreed to another date – Applebee’s, on Valentine’s Day. That Valentine’s Day, two weeks after our first date, Mark gifted me a heart necklace, without realizing it said “I love you” on it.

We dated through high school and continued dating after I left for college.

My freshman year of college, I played soccer. My assistant coach, who was ~30 at the time, slept with most the team, which adversely affected my playing time (I didn’t sleep with Coach), so I transferred after first semester.

Mark’s freshman year of college, he played basketball. After one year, he followed in my defunct-college-athlete footsteps and transferred to my university.

During our two years apart, we fought hard. We were immature and dysfunctional. To exacerbate it, I, in my naiveté, went on a few “dates” with randoms (I believed they were innocent one-on-one lunches with “guy friends”, but Mark believed otherwise)… But the good outweighed the bad, so we continued dating.

Once we attended the same university, our relationship flourished. We studied accounting, and together we joined a co-ed accounting fraternity (you’re jealous). We did things like implement financial literacy programs on campus and prepare presentations on our results. We attended national conferences and, before panels of judges, presented against other chapters to determine who’d best implemented said programs. It was serious business, and we always won. How bizarre. How bizarre.

Our rowdy frat stormed our nation's capital!
Our rowdy frat stormed our nation’s capital!

We loved each other, but still fought hard sometimes – mostly competed. We wanted to answer life’s most important questions like…

  • Who’s a better basketball player? Mark
  • Who’s smarter? Me = book smart, Mark = practically smart
  • Who’d score highest on the CPA exam? Me, until I barely passed the easiest section, and Mark’s average score caught up to mine
  • Who’d be more “successful”? Probably Mark
  • Who’d earn more money? TBD

I think because we agreed on all the important issues, we focused on ridiculous things. It’s actually funny to even type this now. We’re not remotely competitive with each other anymore.

My senior year of college, around Christmas of 2006, Mark asked me to marry him. He thought he’d surprise me, but I knew it was coming. So I threw on an emerald green, button-down, collared shirt (one you might wear under a suit, to a job interview, at an accounting firm) and some denims in anticipation of our fancy dinner date at an expensive, big city restaurant.

Happy I got the job. Or engaged. One of the two...
Happy I got the job. Or engaged. One of the two…

Mark planned to propose on a horse and carriage ride he’d arranged before dinner. It never showed. So Mark drove to an empty carriage in a deserted parking lot under a street light (it was safe). We got out of the car, and he proposed next to the empty carriage. I said yes! It was perfect – all the awkwardness I’d ever wanted!

Engagement pic - looking better
Engagement pic – looking better

We married one year later on December 29, 2007.

Our wedding
Our wedding
Our wedding again
Our wedding again

In his toast, my dad shared some observations:

  • He couldn’t believe we’d married “despite our mean-spirited competitiveness” in our early years.
  • He recalled Mark’s attempts to impress him, whether it be by helping pour a concrete drain for the backyard dog pen (to drain dog piss into the creek) or by helping plant trees.
  • He loved Mark like a son – he’d attended all his high school basketball games.
  • He thanked Mark for introducing him to Under Armour and vowed to ditch jock-straps.

Mark and I were career-focused in our early years of marriage, and we agreed to start a family around age 29-ish. Life unfolded pretty well for us. Until Matthew died. Now, it seems, maybe we waited too long to start a family. Though, as Mark reminds me, if Matthew would’ve lived, I wouldn’t say such things…

And Mark’s probably correct. Our marriage has been amazing. Mark and I, as Zach Galifianakis sang in The Hangover, are the “three best friends that ANY-ONE could have”. Except, there are only two of us… We continue to support each other through this journey called life, including through debilitating grief.

I’m thankful for a husband who shows me unmatched kindness and compassion daily. I admire his passion for his family and career. I’m grateful for Mark’s silliness (he still makes me laugh). Mark never ceases to amaze me with his WEIRDLY diverse array of talents. And I admire his strong faith.

I’m thankful for a husband who’s lifted me up – motivated me to keep living. He cleans, does laundry, cooks, and pays bills on days I don’t have one ounce of strength left (there are still many). He supports me through my medical PTSD. He found me a personal trainer, and he emailed inspirational strangers from the internet hoping these things could alleviate just a tiny fraction of my pain.

And I’m thankful for the father Mark continues to be to Matthew – working to ensure Matthew’s memory lives on, and Matthew’s life makes a real, tangible difference. For every hour I spend blogging about Matthew, Mark spends at least an hour honoring Matthew in some way.

While we’re still incredibly shattered, I’m hopeful Mark and I will someday experience joy again – much of that hope comes from who Mark is as a man.

Happier times...
Happier times…

So, thank you, Mark, for being the absolute best father and husband we could ever ask for – Matthew and I are so lucky to have you.


So, where are they now? Some fun updates…

Ryan and I reconnected via Facebook. He’s an engineer and married a brunette shorter than I. I never figured out why he wore a top hat in his wedding photos – guess he wanted to be 8’0” tall that day. Ryan often “liked” my status updates, and I threw some “likes” his direction. Perhaps he no longer thinks I’m a mega-bitch?

Danielle and I drifted. She’d hoped to play in the WNBA but fell short. She played basketball at a small college and majored in biology. After graduation, she moved to Oregon, shaved her head, got tatted up, and pierced her lower lip. You could say she found herself. Or he found himself… That’s right, Danielle is now Dan. We’re happy for Dan, but we joke Mark and Kris Kardashian Jenner are the same person – they’re each ministers ordained by the Universal Life Church, and they each once stole the hearts of members of the transgender community.

Notice the bare feet
Notice the bare feet? And my family might kinda like dogs…
See? Same person.
See? Same person.

Coach was fired after my sophomore year of college. It was confirmed – he slept with most the team. He moved away and eventually married, you guessed it, a younger woman. A few years after I transferred, I encountered him while refereeing his team’s soccer game in Minnesota – fun times.

Recently, after a seven-year slump, our co-ed accounting fraternity reclaimed national powerhouse status.

My dad, Marlyn, still enjoys planting trees. He also recently retired. He and Mark still complete projects together sometimes. He might still wear jock-straps, but for me to know for sure would be awkward.

My mom, Linda, is a fashionista. She’s appalled she ever suggested panty hose with open-toed shoes. She’s apologized for attempting to ruin my life.

Mark’s dad, Doug, continues to offer words of encouragement – sometimes still in response to my incoherent ramblings.

Mark’s mom, Sharon, recently retired from teaching and still enjoys serving ice cream.

And Mark and I? I updated already, but we’re making it, one day at a time… Missing Matthew… Doing our best to honor his memory…

7 thoughts on “Our love story (with some awkwardness)

  1. I love so much finding out these backstories and I’m cracking up at your updates. Most especially the part about Mark and Kris Jenner being one and the same. YES. And your accounting fraternity. WILD TIMES, no doubt.

    I wore nude pantyhouse with open-toed sandals to my junior prom. Also my mom’s idea. WTF? The late nineties and early aughts was a strange time.

    It’s heartbreaking to see how perfectly Matthew would have fit into your story and enriched your happiness. I remember having that same sense of how everything was starting over, but also that everything was ruined now. No matter how good things got, they’d always be a little bit less than they could have been. (Kind of like that crappy part at the end of Love Actually when she calls out her husband for cheating on her and asks if he would stay, knowing that everything will always be a little bit worse.)

    At this point, I feel a little different. My life since losing Eliza hasn’t entirely been the wasteland of grief that it was for the first several months after her loss. I love what Mark’s dad said about your story and Matthew’s beginning long ago. It did begin long ago, in nude pantyhose, but it will also continue for a very long time, and Matthew will always be part of that, part of your family. xo

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    1. Brooke, Your comment made me laugh and cry. Yes, Mark and Kris Jenner have ODD similarities – I love it. Can’t believe you wore nude panty hose too – so glad I’m not the only one.

      Yes, Matthew would have enriched our happiness so much – we were so ready for him. And, yes, I have a feeling that things have started over, things are ruined etc. I’m still so raw, none of this has softened yet. Still holding out hope some day it will. I am always encouraged when I hear others, like you, say that it does get better. I am so hopeful it will, yet continue to be so scared about the future.

      Thank you for your comment and for your encouragement. xo ❤ ❤


  2. The fascinating background regarding the jockstrap… We have to go all the way back to the 1870s, including a Mr. Bennett of Chicago, who was plainly *very* worried concerning the particular hurt in which cobbled streets did to bike courier’s nuts. All of that out of control bouncing about kept him up at night. Poor Mr. Bennett. Nonetheless thankfully for the bike messengers (and also ‘jockeys’), Mr. Bennett got a perception, and that he referred to it as after them. The ‘jock strap’ was created. Fast-forward 50 years into the 1920s, and a fresh Canadian named Jack Cartlege. Jack treasured his hockey *almost* just as much as he treasured slipping on his preferred jock strap, but it wasn’t until one fateful day in 1927 that Jack realized (the hard way!) that his jock strap wasn’t any rivalry for a hockey puck in the crotch. Jack wasn’t massively keen on reproducing the experience, and who places blame him, so he came up with the ingenious idea of slipping a hard mug down the front of his jock strap. The design was rapidly patented and manufacturing started. Males no longer had to live in fear of a stray puck, ball or studded boot. Jack’s pairing of jock strap and safety cup took over as the anchor of boys’ highschool sports kit all over the world for the remainder of the 20th century, till underwear manufacturers like Andrew Christian, C-in2 and Addicted started off reinventing the timeless design. Away gone the unpleasant colour of off-white as well as the unflattering waistbands, and in came a fresh collection of revolutionary cuts and styles, and fun colors. These modern-day jock straps are the perfect balance between style and performance – as great around the track or in a gym as they are under a pair of jeans, or suit trousers if you’re game for it. Business at the front, party in the back!


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