Well worth the fight

I was home at my mom and dads waiting for him to join me. He was being stationed in San Diego and I was waiting for him so that we could find a place to stay and start to settle somewhere. I picked him up from the airport. He held me and whispered something in my ear. "i promise to hold on tight and never let go". We were united again. I introduced him to the rest of my family. I felt like a teenager introducing her boyfriend for the first time. The feeling continued as we slept in my twin bed from childhood

The next day it was time to look for a place to start growing up in. We decided that our budget would allow for a one bedroom apartment in a the southern part of San Diego. We had no car so it would need to be somewhere that that bus could easily take him to work. Our first apartment was a little hole in the wall on the 2nd floor. We only had a 13 inch TV with an Antenna. The kitchen was enough for me to cook and there was a place for a dining room. My mom took the opportunity to get new furniture at the time and gave me all her old furniture.

Our first night in our new place was comical. I had made dinner the way I was taught. A general 3 course meal with soup as a precursor to the entree. The entree consisting of a protein a pasta and a vegetable. And then to finish the night I had made jello for dessert. I viewed the dinner as perfect! He viewed it as a waste of good food. He wanted a simple meal a meal that provided substance I wanted to provide a gourmet experience.

That night was filled with tears, arguments, pleading, a lot of "I don't know why I married you", and then the best make up sex I have ever experienced, well worth the fight.