Sometimes Love Hurts by Marie Fostino Read Free Book Online Page A

on the Royal Gorge Bridge.  Imagine this long skinny bridge that just maybe two cars could cross and so high above the ground - one of the World’s highest suspension bridges – that makes everything below look like toys. 
    We found a place where fish were well stocked, and I fished for the first time.  It was exciting to throw my line into the water and to see the fish fight over the bait.  It was also a relief to know that neither one of us had to clean them.  We waited afterward to get them gutted, and then went back to our honeymoon cottage with an ice chest of freshly cleaned fish.  We cooked, ate, and watched television just like a married couple – which we were!  It was kind of funny because we really didn’t know each other very well or for very long, but we knew we loved each other and wanted to make it work.
    Before we knew it, the two weeks had flown by.  Of course all good things must come to an end, and we had to return home.  My father-in-law, your grandpa Joey, was a very handy man.  He could build walls and work with electricity as well as tackle any plumbing job.  Well, he had built an apartment in the basement of their home, and that is where we laid our hats for a while.  The plan was to save enough money to put down on a house before we moved.  During the first five months, Michael attended baking school while I continued to work downtown. Our evenings were romantic with your dad usually making dinner.  I would steal a kiss here and there before we finally retired in the living room to eat and watch TV.  Afterward, we fell happily into each other’s arms for the night.
    When your father graduated, he acquired a job at a bakery but his hours were changed to the midnight shift.  After a couple of weeks, we decided that was not going to work with us because we became like strangers passing in the night.  He would be sleeping when I was awake and vice versa.  I did not like sleeping alone anymore so I quit my job and got one with a 7-11 chain store working the same hours as he worked.  The next year was crazy eating dinner by four in the afternoon and going to bed by six so we could get up by eleven to go to work. 
    However, we were your normal couple with our ups and downs.  We did not always agree on things, and could accidentally upset each other.  One time, I decided to take your father’s motorcycle out for a ride on my own.  I kicked up the stand and walked it out into the driveway.  It was a lot heavier than I anticipated.  When I tried to start it, the bike began to take off and fell sideways.  It slid and I landed on the ground with my leg under it.  I managed to get my leg out with just a few scrapes but I damaged the side mirror.  I thought your dad was going to kill me!  Yes, he had a temper being Italian, but so did I.  We sure argued that day, and for a few hours neither one of us spoke.  I hated it when we fought.
    On another occasion, I made him spaghetti for dinner.  I found a recipe book and followed it to a T.  When I dished out the meal, I was so excited and proud of myself, but he rose from the table and told me that it was not the correct way to make Italian spaghetti sauce.  He put his in the garbage and made himself a ham sandwich.  My feelings were never so hurt. I cried for hours.  Finally, he apologized for throwing out his dinner, and I vowed I would never make Italian food again.  Before the end of the night, we always ended up lying in each other arms again.
    Lisa, I just want you to know that just because you might argue or disagree with your partner, that does not mean you don’t love each other.  It’s just a part of growing and maturing together.
     
    Lisa felt some comfort with those words in the journal.  It was nice to know that her parents did not always get along, but they knew they had something special and made every effort to keep it.  She had some arguments with Joey and had quite a little temper herself.  In fact, she