“You know, once you get married, that’s all people ask you. ‘When are you having a baby? When are you starting a family?’ After five years go by, some might think you’re weird. After seven, everyone thinks something’s wrong with you. We’ve been married for 12. I can’t imagine what people where thinking.”
I’ve known Billy all my life. Being that he’s my older cousin, he’s always “been”. I’ve always enjoyed his banter, the way he gives in to playing with our Uncle Timmy, the way he hugs and kisses me every time we say hello and goodbye. And for as long as I care to remember, Theresa has been by his side. More quiet than her counterpart, a bit more reserved, they always seemed to balance one another out. They married young but have been steadfast in their relationship, growing together, being the best husband and wife they could be for one another.
Billy and Theresa. They were meant to be. Just ask anyone that knows them.
Married for several years without children, I always thought they had the same reasoning as I do: that kids really weren’t on the to do list. But then I understand why some people keep things quiet, why everyone doesn’t shout from the rooftops that they’re “trying” to become parents. Theresa confessed they had been trying. For seven years. And after seeing specialists and seeking treatments, it just got to be too much of a burden. “If we’re not meant to be parents, then so be it…” They had each other, their health, their families and their doggins Bella and Buttercup. To put faith and prayer into something beyond your control takes a lot out of a person. To come to terms, let realization settle in, can be discouraging and sometimes heart breaking.
Not every story has a happy ending.
But this one does.