Everyone has stories and our families (chosen or by blood) give us some of the tales that will be with us for the rest of our lives and often passed on as somewhat legends down on the line. Under this guise, I’d like to introduce Family History Story Time to the Hipster Historian blog.
During Family History Story Time, we will relay either a story that comes from our family history or one submitted to us from you, the readers. To submit your story, e-mail us at firstname.lastname@example.org. This week’s story comes from a writing prompt from Kat Bouska at Mama’s Losin’ It — check it out here, I chose prompt three.
My husband and I had barely been married a year and in that time, I had been sick a number of times, but he never had. It wasn’t something I was used to from him and I didn’t know what to expect when the time finally came.
I was worried about my response because when I was a teenager, I developed a nervous tic to adults retching. I’m not entirely sure where it came from, but whenever adults upchuck next to me or within hearing distance I dissolve into a puddle of hysterical laughter. It’s always been that way, but my now new-husband hadn’t really experience the full brunt of this funny little tic of mine.
Becky and her husband at their engagement photo shoot in 2004
Our first jobs as a married couple was working for our universities janitorial service from 3 a.m. to 7 a.m. He worked in the health center and I worked in the administration building (that story is for another time — I constantly fell asleep on the job). After I quit, my husband kept working while I picked up a job at our local thrift store owned by the Mormon Church.
One morning during that later half of the summer of 2005 was when what we call “the incident” happened. My husband had gone to work and celebrated one of his coworkers birthdays with an employee breakfast. He came home in good spirits and even offered to drive me to my classes later that morning.
As we got ready to go, he looked fine and we walked out the door. As we were getting into the car, he mumbled to me a quick “I don’t feel well” and threw up as I was on my way over. I felt it happen as soon as I rounded the back of the car. The giggles began to peel over me and before I knew it, I was on the blacktop shaking.
I spent the next 15 minutes listening to my new spouse retch over and over again not able to assist him in anyway because of my laughter. My husband forgave me years for this incident, but it sticks in my mind as one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. What is yours?
By Becky Campbell, The Hipster Historian