01 Apr 2009, Posted by Kelly in Blog, Featured, 0 Comments
You ask.."Do we have any kids?" My Answer..
One (what seems to be short) year ago, Jeff got a letter in the mail. To be straight to the point — it said “You have a child and you now have to start paying child support.” Hold up. What do you mean a child?
Yes, boys and girls, after a blood test, Jeff has a five (six in July) year old son. His name is Taylor.
He and his mother live in Kentucky, where Jeff is from, and Jeff’s parents and sister get to see him quite often.
So what’s a girl to do? Your boyfriend/might as well be husband of 5 years gets this letter. My only option was to completely freak out about how crazy this whole situation was. This letter comes on April Fool’s Day. Seriously, what are the odds?!
Most of this should have been handled better. How our address was given out for the letter to arrive to our house, the time it took for Jeff to find out (3 years), the fact that he was not the first from his family to meet Taylor and what had to happen in the child’s life for Jeff to get this letter.
I will be the first to say, I am WAY stubborn at times and this was no exception. All of this has bothered me for quite a while, but I do believe I am making strides towards wanting to communicate with everyone again. It’s got to be baby steps for me (no pun intended). I try not to be an all or nothing type of person, but then again, I’m not the type that likes to tip-toe around others that I am not pleased with.
Jeff and I have talked to Taylor a couple of times on the phone. He is super polite and he likes to draw. (Wonder where he gets that from!) We bought him an art kit from Disney last month and sent it to him via Jeff’s parents. He said that he liked it which makes me happy.
There are times when it hits me, “Wow, Jeff has a child. And it’s older than our friend’s children — friends that are SEVEN years older than us.” I know no one expects this kind of stuff to happen. Had Jeff had been the “I sleep around” type then it might not have been so shocking, but he’s not nor was he ever like that. This was his first time. (I guess that must count for something right..first time and 9 months later there is a child. That’s pretty serious!)
My best friends yell at me because me, being me, I make little sly remarks toward Jeff when we go out. It’s not meant to hurt anyone, but I guess it’s just my way of dealing with things.
Jeff messed up once and he was blessed to have this sweet little boy. He is human.
I am human. I mess up too. I am mean. And when I get angry/hurt, I get WAY mean. I say things. I do things. And I don’t think about what I’m saying. I apologize, but I AM human. I will get mad again. This will effect Jeff and myself for the rest of our lives. Will I think about it daily? Of course. Will it bother me deep inside? Of course. Have I forgiven him? Of course. Did he do something wrong? Well, besides sleep with someone that he shouldn’t have ever even touched, no.
From this day forward, when people ask us, “Do you have any kids?” My answer will be, “Yes.”
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