So after classes were done.... we stopped at a little bar, the nice quiet place.  It was set at one end of the local mall.  So we get seated and he wants to know all about me.  I told him if he had asked his sister??  He said yes he had asked, but that sis wasn't going to spoil things....and let him find out on his own.

So I give him the short version of what I had left behind.  And then we talked about my son, Bobby, who was now a little over a year old.  Bobby was really a mama's boy. Basically because I was all that he could ever really rely on.  But he was still the normal rough and tumble lil boy. 

Bobby took right to Tim.  Soon it was almost like they belonged together. It was really strange to sit and watch a man pay attention to my son. His father couldn't have cared less about him.

Tim and I started seeing each other on a regular basis.  I saw a man that seemed to have things heading in the right direction.  I now had my GED and was working in a local pharmacy.  Most the time Tim would get off work early and pick up Bobby from the day care, then they both would pick me up from work.  Spending the time in between at Tim's parents house.   They also took to Bobby right away. 

We dated through the summer and early fall.  Tim asked me to marry him. And for some really strange reason I said yes.  So in October of 84 we were married in the family room of my mother house.  Just a small wedding,  family and close friends.   No big honeymoon, just a night alone at the apartment we had rented a couple weeks before.

Things seemed to go really good for awhile. Next mountain I climbed was when Bobby in kindergarten needed his tonsils out, and the ear tubes. Well I had no insurance, and making minimum wage on a part time job was too much for welfare to help.  So as his hearing got worse, and the constant  infection of the tonsils something had to be done.

I spent every chance I had free to call every group, church, any type of assistance programs that I could find.  I even called the senators and congressmen, to see if they knew of something that I didn't.  Well none of that done any good at all. I was stuck, my son was now loosing his hearing and there was nothing I could do about it.  Doctors want their bills paid, and if you couldn't pay your bill, then  you didn't get the treatment that you needed.

We had special hearing tests ran through the school system. We found out that  he had now lost about 75% in one ear, and 90% in the other.  They told me that if the fluid that was behind his eardrums was left there we would be taking the very big risk of him loosing all of his hearing permanently.