Before I talk about the events leading up to my first marriage, I need to go back to the time, just prior to my move to Queensland…
My parents were always looking for new ideas on how to make an income, when they came across Bob Proctor’s “Born Rich” program. They let me borrow the 12 video tapes (yes I’m old!) just before they moved and I binge-watched those videos over the course of a day and a half! I couldn’t stop watching! For some reason, the information resonated strongly with me, and I kept thinking “Wow! This is incredible!”.
The biggest lesson I learnt from the program was that we can be, have, or do whatever we want – as long as we believe it to our core. More on this later.
Ok, so back to my drive up to Queensland… I stopped twice on my way up because it’s a 12 hour drive and I didn’t want to do the trip in one go. My first stop was in Newcastle, where I stayed with my uncle and auntie. I was a bit of a party girl back then so my cousin took me out on the town and we had a rather large night!
The following day, feeling a little “dusty”, I had breakfast then headed off on the next leg of my journey. I was impressed that my car had made it this far! Later that day I arrived at my grandparent’s house. I wasn’t even all the way up my driveway when my grandfather ran out, beer in hand, to give to me! What a sweetie!
I spent the night with them and had a good night of rest, before driving the final leg of my journey. This turned out to be a rather long leg, because first my car overheated, then I drove over a nail as I turned into the carpark of the place I was meeting my parents. My dad changed the tyre and I followed them to what was going to be my new home for the next four months.
This was a long four months. Again I felt like a bit of an outcast among the people I met, and I was struggling to find work. In the end I decided to go back to Canberra, where it was much easier to find work. A few days before I was due to leave, my neighbour suggested we go out as a bit of a “farewell” thing for me, so off we went!
It was that night at one of the clubs we went to, that I met my first husband (who shall remain nameless, to protect his identity!). He pursued me hard, and it was the first time any man had pursued me in this way, so I obviously fell for it…!
He lived in Brisbane (which was about an hour south of the Sunshine Coast) and offered to let me stay with him so I could find work there, rather than move all the way to Canberra. Jobs were much more plentiful in Brisbane too. So I accepted.
Things were ok for some time and I eventually found work, however the cracks eventually started to show. It seems this boyfriend of mine had an incredible jealous streak and a terrible temper. He would accuse me of wanting to be with the neighbour, his friends, the gatepost or anyone else he made up his mind to believe I had a “thing” for, and he would lock me out of the house and call me terrible names.
If I had any self respect at that point, I would have left him the first time it happened, but no, my self respect was low, so not only did I stay, but I also said “I do” to this man! I knew what he was like, I knew how he treated me occasionally, but I chose to marry him anyway. I know I’m not the only person in the world to do the same, which is why I feel the need to share my story.
So we got married and it was actually a really good day (no fights)!
More tomorrow, starting at the honeymoon…
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