An introduction should have been my first post, but I was so excited we were doing this blog that I jumped the gun some. Hence let me regale you with the tale of how my husband and I met and fell in love. As a trivial side note, I do want to let you know that this is a story shared with very few people since we now lead very politically correct lives.
I was 20 and just got busted once more. This time I was fortunate enough not to get another get out of jail free card. I had been sentenced to a year, forced to attend an in custody drug program for my heroine use. I had only been a junkie for a little over a year, but I looked like I had a drug problem my whole life. When I entered my new home, I was greeted by 13 very intimidating women. I was 5’10” and no more than 100lbs, looking like a dumpster had just regurgitated me and probably smelled like it too. Usually I’m the type to try and make friends with everyone around me, but I was so sick I just crawled into the nearest open bunk and settled down for a week of agonizing paid.
Several days later when the worst of the sickness had subsided, I decided to get out of my bubble and try to find out about the people I would be living with for a while. No one really wanted to socialize with the likes of a junkie (for some reason we were rare and ostracized even in the criminal world). I began to retreat when a really loud girl called out “Hey new girl, are you Czechoslovakian?”. Happy for some human interaction I eagerly replied “yes, how’d you know?”. She pointed to the cardboard box sitting on my bunk with my last name written on it “Your last name, I’m Czech too”. This is going to sound overly dramatic, but her next words were the start of a whole new life for me. ” ” Hope your kick isn’t so bad anymore, I’ve watched my brother go through it and I know it’s a bitch. You know, you remind me of a girl he was so in love with… Oh my god you guys would be perfect together! You should totally write him!”
So that very night I wrote him a letter. It wasn’t a super long letter, just a basic introduction giving him a brief summary of who I was, who I am and who I wanted to be. It took a couple weeks to get my first reply from him. He had me with his first letter. We had so much in common and he didn’t sound like an uneducated, illiterate gangster like so many of the other pen pals the girls fell over themselves about. After that I pretty much wrote him every day and he did the same. I told him everything that came to my mind, my secrets, my hopes and dreams my fears. I hadn’t even seen what he looked like and I was already head over heels for him. Then came a picture of him and I was sold.
During that year of letters we got to know each other more intimately than most and he became an inspiration for my sobriety when I was released. He wouldn’t get out till a couple months after me, so while I waited, I stayed in contact with his family and continued to write him so he knew I was waiting.
Meeting him for the first time was nerve wrecking. It was the day after he was released and his sister drove out to pick me up for him. He was still shell shocked after being locked up for 5 years, so he didn’t want to leave his house. I was shy walking into his house, but he naturally took the lead and made me feel like we had been together for years. That day we officially became boyfriend and girlfriend.
The preceding years were a struggle for us, but we had each other and a goal. In a few short years we had both obtained productive jobs, got custody of my son, got married and bought our first home. The two of us together seemed unstoppable. In a couple short years we achieved everything we wrote each other about.
And although I can tell you a million tales of our trials and tribulations, I will end my story here. It may not be the love story every little girl dreams of, but I’m happy it’s mine. We are the couple who started as punk rock junkies who beat all odds with love and pretty much conquered the world with all odds against us. Such are the origins of Wicked951XxX.
Wicked951xxx 