My very own Princess Diary
August 10, 2011
So much has happened since the last time I wrote. Some good, some bad and a lot of it, just plain ugly. It may seem as if I’m revealing too much info, but this is my life and this is my story. So I do apologize for not updating (for the very few readers of my blog).
I guess things started the first week I was here.
Starving for asian cuisine, a coworker suggested I visit Federal Blvd by work, aka Vietnamese town. After work one day, not being use to the bitter Colorado cold, I went in search of Pho (Vietnamese Soup). Printed out directions from work: Right on Alameda and left onto Federal Blvd. As I turned onto Federal, my eyes lite up as well as my stomach. Asian restaurants everywhere. Which restaurant should I go to? There were so many of them! I tried my chance at a small restaurant. I walked in and was immediately seated at a booth as I sat there to wait for my server, HE walked by – If I would’ve known what I know now, 6+ months down the road, I would have never entered that restaurant. But like my best friend, Keri, likes to say “Hindsight is ALWAYS 20/20″.
The family who owns this restaurant just recently opened it. They were so nice to me, taking time to chat and ask me where I was from. I decided that night, this is going to be my favorite Pho restaurant. I was going to let everyone know what a wonderful restaurant this was.
My third visit to this restaurant was the turning point. I walked in and they were very busy. The only seat was at a table where HE, I will refer to him as “The Mistake”, was sitting (not working but grabbing a bite to eat as well). He stood up to give me the table and I told him to sit and we can have dinner together. It was that very moment and this very conversation, that I knew my days in Denver would forever change. We talked, the owners came by and talked and joked with us. He asked me so many questions and he was so charming. We went outside for a smoke break and he asked me what I was doing later that night. I told him, I didn’t have any plans. He got my phone number and said he would call that night. And everyone knows, in boy time that means 2-3 days. That evening we went out to a bar called the Santa Fe Tequila Company. I had so much fun and I would like to think he did as well.
For the next few weeks we didn’t spend much time together. I was working really late nights at my new job and his job at the restaurant left him too exhausted to do anything. July 4th weekend, he quit his job and had plans to go to Vietnam to visit his ailing mother. We spent an entire week together before he left. Things were great until the night he left. We went to Blackhawk Casinos and came home at 3AM. I’m not sure if it was because we were both hungry and tired but we got into a huge fight. Probably the biggest argument I have ever been in. I made him walk home from my house (6 miles). I didn’t care, I hated him at this point. I knew he left the very next day and I had no problem not saying goodbye.
Exactly 2 days later, I get a text message from The Mistake, “I’m in LAX and on my way back home and I miss you and I’m sorry for the other night”. So, like a stupid girl, off I went to pick him up. The Mistake explained to me that he made it to his connection in Korea and then decided to come back to the States because something didn’t feel right. Mind you, before he left “his sister, Nhu” called constantly for him to come home. But for some reason, he didn’t go. Several conversations later and many days and nights with me, a long road trip to Las Vegas, he finally explained to me everything about his life.
So before you judge us and our decisions, his life as a child must be explained:
Before he was born, he was never wanted. By his mother or his father. His mother, pregnant with a child never took care of herself or the health of her son. When he was born as a result he had pnumonia. Maybe she had postpartum depression. Or maybe she wasn’t ready to be a mother at all. For the first year of his life, he was shuffled from family member to family member never knowing a real home. The more men she dated, the more irrelevant he became. At one point, still a baby, she left him on the doorsteps of a hospital. Luckily his uncle saw her in the process. She was sent home.
