Post by jordan on Jan 17, 2012 20:36:34 GMT -5
JORDAN CHRISTOPHER SWEETS
LOCAL, TWENTY FIVE, NURTURING, CLINGY, JEALOUS, CHORD OVERSTREET
"obviously, my name is jordan. i was born in july, the twenty seventh, to be exact, making me a summer child and twenty five years old. where should i begin? right, my parents. they met in high school. they were high school sweethearts, voted the most likely to get married, and that's exactly what they did. after about, oh, i don't know, two weeks of being married, they decided they wanted to have children. you know how some of those newly weds are, right? they get married, they have fun playing house, and then they decided playing wasn't good enough and they wanted to actually take care of a kid, not a fish. after a year of grieving and worrying about the possibilities of them not being able to conceive a child, my mom took a test and was pleased to find out that she was finally pregnant.
i was born not a day too soon or too late. actually, i was born on the day that the doctors predicted. i guess that's easier than the other way around, right? i was born and raised in albany, new york. a dominant memory i have from when i was a kid is the house i lived in. god, it was awesome- it wasn't too big but it wasn't too small. the yard was enormous and i had two dogs to run around with in the field behind my house. that's probably the only good memory that i kept, honestly. what i mean by that is that most of my memories are tainted by my parents arguments, even though they tried to cover them up with low voices and behind hands. i may have been young, but i wasn't stupid. i can't blame them, though. no parents want their children to witness a fight between them. besides, they thought they'd be able to fix their relationship, but as hard as they tried, as much marriage therapy they attended, as much time as they spent together, and together as a family, nothing worked. when i was about ten years old, they got a divorce and i was left deciding who i wanted to live with.
i ended up choosing my dad. it seemed like a more fun of a choice and it turned out to be just that. my dad and i did things that my mom would never in a million years choose to do with me. we entered paintball tournaments, laser tag competitions, father/son baseball leagues. my dad was always my best friend, and although i loved my mom, i knew i made the right decision when my parents made the big split. my mom, though? not so much. she thought that my dad had bribed me to live with him, so the once-in-love couple were now constantly arguing over who loved me more, who deserved me more, who i should 'belong' to, like some kid of toy. my dad truly wanted my company, but my mom... she missed having a child to control. when she got remarried when i was fourteen, i wasn't surprised to find out that the man already had children, all between the ages of seven and twelve.
i didn't care, though. honestly, i didn't. my dad promised me that he would never force me to visit my mother and her stupid husband and her stupid step-children. it was a promise that he kept, too, just like the rest of his swears. needless to say, my mom wasn't a very prominent part of my life, which isn't something that i regret. to this very day, she still isn't a big part of my life or my sons, and speaking of my son, thats where i was headed next.
i graduated high school, but college wasn't something that i was ever interested in. luckily, there was an easy solution for that- i didn't go. instead, i lived my life as a twenty year old should- i was alive, i partied, i made friends, i slept with whoever i wanted without giving a shit. it was the good life, until i was approached by a woman who i'd seemed to have a fling with one night. i was confused, obviously, but when the words 'i'm-pregnant' came out of her mouth, i knew exactly what she was saying- i was a dad. it scared me at first, but then... then i got excited. all the shakes went away and i suddenly really wanted that egg inside of her to sprout and i wanted to be a dad.
i ended up dating the girl, because that is, after all, the gentleman thing to do. however, we weren't exactly the power couple of america. in fact, we were a horrible match-up. we were always fighting about names, how we'd decorate his room, if we would get married, usual things that two kids would argue over. however, these arguments were ten times worse than just usual arguments. usually, i'd be sleeping on the couch and sometimes it'd get so bad that i wouldn't even be allowed to stay in the house for a night, sometimes a couple of days. however, it ended- for a while at least- when the baby was born. it was a little boy and i was in love. my 'girlfriend' and i got along for about a year, until i turned twenty two and for some reason, things went sour again. long story short, we didn't last too long after that, because she left in the middle of the night and i was left with a one and a half year old.
the two years as a single father went pretty smooth. i had my own dad's help every now and then, seeing as he knew how it felt and he'd already been through that process. of course, my boy was younger than i was when my dad was taking care of me. still, my dad knew a lot about children, which i respected. when i was about 24, though, i met a girl named barbra while i was working as a stagehand in new york. she was an actress- a beautiful, talented, amazing actress. i'd fallen in love with her the first time i laid my eyes on her. i took the jump and asked her out, she said yes, and for about a year i was the happiest man ever. my boy loved her as well and as far as i knew, she loved him. in fact, he even started referring to her as his mom, however i don't know if that was a good or bad thing. at the end of our relatonship, she moved to connecticut, for whatever reason. it was only a couple of months after that when i realized that i had become miserable again, so i did the only reasonable- or not reasonable- thing, and packed up and moved to new haven."
i was born not a day too soon or too late. actually, i was born on the day that the doctors predicted. i guess that's easier than the other way around, right? i was born and raised in albany, new york. a dominant memory i have from when i was a kid is the house i lived in. god, it was awesome- it wasn't too big but it wasn't too small. the yard was enormous and i had two dogs to run around with in the field behind my house. that's probably the only good memory that i kept, honestly. what i mean by that is that most of my memories are tainted by my parents arguments, even though they tried to cover them up with low voices and behind hands. i may have been young, but i wasn't stupid. i can't blame them, though. no parents want their children to witness a fight between them. besides, they thought they'd be able to fix their relationship, but as hard as they tried, as much marriage therapy they attended, as much time as they spent together, and together as a family, nothing worked. when i was about ten years old, they got a divorce and i was left deciding who i wanted to live with.
i ended up choosing my dad. it seemed like a more fun of a choice and it turned out to be just that. my dad and i did things that my mom would never in a million years choose to do with me. we entered paintball tournaments, laser tag competitions, father/son baseball leagues. my dad was always my best friend, and although i loved my mom, i knew i made the right decision when my parents made the big split. my mom, though? not so much. she thought that my dad had bribed me to live with him, so the once-in-love couple were now constantly arguing over who loved me more, who deserved me more, who i should 'belong' to, like some kid of toy. my dad truly wanted my company, but my mom... she missed having a child to control. when she got remarried when i was fourteen, i wasn't surprised to find out that the man already had children, all between the ages of seven and twelve.
i didn't care, though. honestly, i didn't. my dad promised me that he would never force me to visit my mother and her stupid husband and her stupid step-children. it was a promise that he kept, too, just like the rest of his swears. needless to say, my mom wasn't a very prominent part of my life, which isn't something that i regret. to this very day, she still isn't a big part of my life or my sons, and speaking of my son, thats where i was headed next.
i graduated high school, but college wasn't something that i was ever interested in. luckily, there was an easy solution for that- i didn't go. instead, i lived my life as a twenty year old should- i was alive, i partied, i made friends, i slept with whoever i wanted without giving a shit. it was the good life, until i was approached by a woman who i'd seemed to have a fling with one night. i was confused, obviously, but when the words 'i'm-pregnant' came out of her mouth, i knew exactly what she was saying- i was a dad. it scared me at first, but then... then i got excited. all the shakes went away and i suddenly really wanted that egg inside of her to sprout and i wanted to be a dad.
i ended up dating the girl, because that is, after all, the gentleman thing to do. however, we weren't exactly the power couple of america. in fact, we were a horrible match-up. we were always fighting about names, how we'd decorate his room, if we would get married, usual things that two kids would argue over. however, these arguments were ten times worse than just usual arguments. usually, i'd be sleeping on the couch and sometimes it'd get so bad that i wouldn't even be allowed to stay in the house for a night, sometimes a couple of days. however, it ended- for a while at least- when the baby was born. it was a little boy and i was in love. my 'girlfriend' and i got along for about a year, until i turned twenty two and for some reason, things went sour again. long story short, we didn't last too long after that, because she left in the middle of the night and i was left with a one and a half year old.
the two years as a single father went pretty smooth. i had my own dad's help every now and then, seeing as he knew how it felt and he'd already been through that process. of course, my boy was younger than i was when my dad was taking care of me. still, my dad knew a lot about children, which i respected. when i was about 24, though, i met a girl named barbra while i was working as a stagehand in new york. she was an actress- a beautiful, talented, amazing actress. i'd fallen in love with her the first time i laid my eyes on her. i took the jump and asked her out, she said yes, and for about a year i was the happiest man ever. my boy loved her as well and as far as i knew, she loved him. in fact, he even started referring to her as his mom, however i don't know if that was a good or bad thing. at the end of our relatonship, she moved to connecticut, for whatever reason. it was only a couple of months after that when i realized that i had become miserable again, so i did the only reasonable- or not reasonable- thing, and packed up and moved to new haven."
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HI IT'S HANNAH OH AND THE END OF THIS APP WAS REALLY SHITTY.
