After reading so many "loving wives" stories, I decided to spill my guts about my ex-wife. My name is Hue if you haven't figured it out yet. My ex-wife Jen and I dated for about a year and were married before I turned 20. I had been in the military for two years at the time. Jen was not the greatest loving woman in the world but I guess she was all right to me. We had just moved to Jacksonville, Florida to my new base. We lived in town because I hated military housing. Housing is full of bored fat military wives that have nothing to do but gossip. We were just settling in when she told me something that would change my life for ever.
"I'm pregnant Hue", she said to me in just about a whisper.
Now this is a woman that when she is mad curses like a sailor, and is as loud as the biggest asshole shipmate out there.
All I could do was say, "HUH"?
"I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant, do ya hear me now." She said it louder this time.
I dropped what ever I was holding and got up and went to the fridge, I got a beer and came back and sat next to her. She looked like I had just slapped her and was going to kick her out. I looked into her eyes and said,
"This calls for a cigar." I said smiling.
She blinked and asked if I was ok,
"I know you don't smoke so you must be mad." She said in a slightly worried voice.
I started smiling and told her all proud fathers give away cigars to celebrate being a new dad.
She slowly started to realise things would be okay. I was so happy that I went out and bought a book of "Garcia Vega's". That set me back fifty bucks, I can't do that again. We needed the money for diapers and baby stuff. Baby stuff? What the hell did I know about things a baby might need. I can't take care of myself and now I am married with a baby on the way, talk about growing up fast. Well, life is what you make it. I started doing what I thought married men should do.
I stopped hanging out with the guys, staying out late, drinking too much and playing video games. I studied more so that I could make rank and that way I could give my family everything I could. Then life threw me another curve ball. At six and a half months, while Jen was sitting on the couch her stomach started hurting, I asked her if she needed to lie down. As I helped her up, I noticed that she was covered in blood. To say I was scared is an understatement, I got to the phone and call 911, and went back to her to make she was okay. She was calm and acting like nothing was wrong.
After she got to the hospital, they came to the waiting room to get me. I thought she had died or the baby had died. They took me into the back and gave me this smock thing and some footie's and a mask. I asked what are these's for. The nurse started laughing and said your wife was right you don't have a clue. I went in to the delivery room, and almost ran out. You see I had asked my mom what my dad did when I was born. He sat in the waiting room. So I thought all men sit in the waiting room, "BOY" was I wrong. Hue, Jr. was born 3 hours later. He weighed 3pound and 9 ounces, 18 inches.
He was developed fully but had no browning fat (baby fat). He was a child off the old block because he could scream with the best of them. The only downside was he had to stay in the hospital till he weighed 5 pounds. He was there for 6 weeks. When he came home he started gaining weight like there was no tomorrow. By six months he weighed 26 pounds and was still growing. By the time he was four I was ready for him to sign up for the LA Ram's football team. Life was good and things were just as things should be. I should have known life would throw me another curve ball. I was told our unit was being deployed for 7 months. We would be leaving in 60 days.
As most military men know the news wasn't taken very well, this would be our 1st deployment. Time was moving along pretty fast by now. I would be gone in three days. And I spent every moment with them that I could. On the day I left Jen cried and so did my little sailor. As I boarded the plane, one of my shipmate's wives was talking to Jen and I was glad because she would be too lonely or so I thought. About a month in to the deployment Jen asked in an email would I mind if she went out with JD's wife.
JD was a good friend he had been okay by me so I said sure. In passing I told JD about it and he gave me this look,
"Don't do it." he said to me
I asked him what was up.
"JD, if it wasn't okay tell me and I'll say no." I said to him.
The story JD told me about his wife and her friends made my skin crawl, his wife was a slut and they had been going through a divorce but the court told him that if they divorced he wouldn't see his kids. During the divorce she asked to move back home, she was from Trinidad. He was from Texas, you figure out the miles on that trip. He told me to keep my wife as far away for Cindy as possible. Later on that evening I emailed Jen and told her I would be calling to talk to her.
I called at 7:45 her time and got no answer, so I called about every hour or so till she finally answered. It was 3:25 am. I asked her where she had been, she got mad and asked me why did I need to know. I was taken back by this attitude and told her because you my damn wife. That led into a big argument. By 4:00 am I was tired and pissed, so I said good night and hung up. I didn't hear from Jen till 6 days later, she said she was sorry and was just lonely.
I acted like I didn't trust her and she took it the wrong way. But something didn't seem right. I have been around her for about 6 years and she has never said the words "I'm Sorry". Even when she knew she was wrong, it would take her weeks to come close to even looking sorry. That was the best you could hope for.