Such Is Life
Part 19
All I could manage to bring myself to do was make a phone call to Shawn. I thanked him for getting in touch with us, he asked how I was doing, I said I was fine, blah blah blah and I didn't ask him any of the questions I wanted answers to. I don't know why I didn't ask, I guess hearing his voice after so long was a little overwhelming & to him this was an event that had happened a long time ago now, to me it was like she had died that same day, it hurt too much although I couldn't admit it to myself at the time.
I went on! We got up, we did shows, we slept in hotel rooms. We were warm and fed and had money, I couldn't ask for much more than that. I was happy, Chris was happy and life was good. My mother and the letter from Shawn gradually faded into the past, just another event that I dealt with, lived with, just like when my parents divorced, like when my mother dragged me half way around the world, and now this. Just another notch in my history.
I got a job with WcW! Someone once asked me if I was any good with a camera and I refused to even touch one! History had a bad habit of repeating its self in my family & I was going to put a stop to that, instead I got a job in the costume department. We had two pay cheques comming in and decided we would look for a base, somewhere to go when we weren't working, somewhere to call home. It felt strange looking through real estate windows and knowing we could afford some of these places! I felt guilty, an irrational feeling I know but it was there all the same! We went to Florida, ok so we couldn't exactly afford the mansion with the pool but we got an appartment and somehow managed to get back there at least once a week, even if it was only for one night! It was awesome! Our home, I was bowled over every time I turned the key in the lock!
We lay in bed one night, at home, curled up together when he asked me.
"So when are we getting married?"
I smiled, "Ever the charmer!" I kissed his cheek, he'd been the same since the first day I'd met him, blunt, straight to the point no sugar coating anything! Sometimes it wasn't a great thing but most of the time I loved him for it!
"Well?" He shuffled and turned to look at me and smiled as he touched my cheek.
"You really wanna get married?"
"Hell yeah! We have money, we have a home...perfect!" he grinned.
"Ok well then I will leave it up to you! I don't mind!"
"How about right now?"
"In the middle of the night? Are you crazy? Ok Don't answer that!"
He reached over to the side table and produced a piece of paper, a marriage license. My jaw dropped, "Now we just need someone to do the formalities!"
"It's 2am!"
"So? Hey this is America! We can get this done trust me!"
"You are crazy!" I Said as I stared at him jumping out of the bed butt naked and hopping into his jeans.
"Come on! Lets just do it!" He came over to my side of the bed and knelt down and kissed me pasionately.
"You are a nutter! A total fucking maniac!" I said shaking my head.
"That's why you love me now get dressed before I change my mind!"
"Oooh ooh hoho! You are gonna change your mind?" I said laughing as I got out of bed.
"You never know I might get a better offer!" He said swaggering.
"Maybe I got a better offer already? Maybe Billy Kidman has a mansion and a Rolls Royce!"
Chris cracked up laughing, "Yeah and maybe Torrie has a thing for blonde Canadians we can just do a swap!" He grabbed me around the waist and held me. "You wanna do it or not?"
"Hell yeah! Come on!" I ran into the bathroom and got dressed. I'd done some weird assed crazy shit in my life but that night totally topped the lot and if I had to do it all again I wouldn't do it any other way! We found a crappy chappel with a drunken 'minister' and we did it! It was perfect, just me and him, the same way it had been for so long. It was the week before my 19th birthday when I became Mrs Irvine. Go figure!
Part 19
All I could manage to bring myself to do was make a phone call to Shawn. I thanked him for getting in touch with us, he asked how I was doing, I said I was fine, blah blah blah and I didn't ask him any of the questions I wanted answers to. I don't know why I didn't ask, I guess hearing his voice after so long was a little overwhelming & to him this was an event that had happened a long time ago now, to me it was like she had died that same day, it hurt too much although I couldn't admit it to myself at the time.
I went on! We got up, we did shows, we slept in hotel rooms. We were warm and fed and had money, I couldn't ask for much more than that. I was happy, Chris was happy and life was good. My mother and the letter from Shawn gradually faded into the past, just another event that I dealt with, lived with, just like when my parents divorced, like when my mother dragged me half way around the world, and now this. Just another notch in my history.
I got a job with WcW! Someone once asked me if I was any good with a camera and I refused to even touch one! History had a bad habit of repeating its self in my family & I was going to put a stop to that, instead I got a job in the costume department. We had two pay cheques comming in and decided we would look for a base, somewhere to go when we weren't working, somewhere to call home. It felt strange looking through real estate windows and knowing we could afford some of these places! I felt guilty, an irrational feeling I know but it was there all the same! We went to Florida, ok so we couldn't exactly afford the mansion with the pool but we got an appartment and somehow managed to get back there at least once a week, even if it was only for one night! It was awesome! Our home, I was bowled over every time I turned the key in the lock!
We lay in bed one night, at home, curled up together when he asked me.
"So when are we getting married?"
I smiled, "Ever the charmer!" I kissed his cheek, he'd been the same since the first day I'd met him, blunt, straight to the point no sugar coating anything! Sometimes it wasn't a great thing but most of the time I loved him for it!
"Well?" He shuffled and turned to look at me and smiled as he touched my cheek.
"You really wanna get married?"
"Hell yeah! We have money, we have a home...perfect!" he grinned.
"Ok well then I will leave it up to you! I don't mind!"
"How about right now?"
"In the middle of the night? Are you crazy? Ok Don't answer that!"
He reached over to the side table and produced a piece of paper, a marriage license. My jaw dropped, "Now we just need someone to do the formalities!"
"It's 2am!"
"So? Hey this is America! We can get this done trust me!"
"You are crazy!" I Said as I stared at him jumping out of the bed butt naked and hopping into his jeans.
"Come on! Lets just do it!" He came over to my side of the bed and knelt down and kissed me pasionately.
"You are a nutter! A total fucking maniac!" I said shaking my head.
"That's why you love me now get dressed before I change my mind!"
"Oooh ooh hoho! You are gonna change your mind?" I said laughing as I got out of bed.
"You never know I might get a better offer!" He said swaggering.
"Maybe I got a better offer already? Maybe Billy Kidman has a mansion and a Rolls Royce!"
Chris cracked up laughing, "Yeah and maybe Torrie has a thing for blonde Canadians we can just do a swap!" He grabbed me around the waist and held me. "You wanna do it or not?"
"Hell yeah! Come on!" I ran into the bathroom and got dressed. I'd done some weird assed crazy shit in my life but that night totally topped the lot and if I had to do it all again I wouldn't do it any other way! We found a crappy chappel with a drunken 'minister' and we did it! It was perfect, just me and him, the same way it had been for so long. It was the week before my 19th birthday when I became Mrs Irvine. Go figure!