I’d like to talk about Sherrie. Sherrie is my wife-to-be (because I can’t stand the word “fiancé”) and the love of my life. I’m not sure why Sherrie chose to stay with me, but I’m not going to ask either.
Sherrie came into my life at just the right time. After 31 wild years at the time, I needed to slow down. I never had a normal life. I have a psychotic mother, my father was rumored to be gay, and he died when I was 16, I traveled the world by the time I was 14 years old. I’ve managed bands, I’ve written songs for bands, I’ve toured with bands, partied with rock stars, partied with porn stars. Been rich, been poor, twice ( rich is better…). I’m a recovering addict and problem drinker that almost died four times. My relationships have been sordid, at best. Married girlfriends, one-night stands, one-week stands, friends with benefits, the occasional bi-polar girl (more than I can count).
Mind you, along the way I’ve had more fun than any human should probably have. I’m not saying it’s bad, by any means! But after the 31-year roller coaster, it was time for it to come to a complete stop. So, one day I actively decided to slow down. I got rid of bi-polar girl number eleventeen because of a suicide attempt after our latest fight, gave the band I was managing one more year because it was getting exhausting being on the road every weekend, plus maintaining a career. I decided in the next year to swear off relationships in general, and focus on me and my career, and just simplify my life.
And then I met Sherrie….
Sherrie worked in the law office I was managing at the time. I remember the first time I saw her, she had this purplish reddish hair and the most beautiful lightening blue eyes. And she had a nice butt! But I stayed away. After all, I was 3 weeks into my self-enforced celibacy and improvement program…About a month later, she contacts me on Facebook. She found out I was a photographer and wanted me to shoot pictures of her kids. I thought, what can it hurt? So we start talking off and on and became friends. She told me about how her two year relationship was ending, I told her about bi-polar girl. When her relationship ended, I wasn’t all “now’s my chance!” I genuinely felt bad for her. We were friends, if only by Facebook.
A few weeks later, Sherrie texts me, on a Sunday. She’s extremely hungover from a party the night before and doesn’t want to go home yet. So, I tell her to swing by. Since she’s hungover, I suggest we go get some food so she feels a little better. In the middle of eating, I’m just staring at her, all hungover. She’s probably thinking, what a creeper, and says, “what?!” I said, “you’re really beautiful!” Afterwards, we go back to my place and we’re just hanging out, and all of a sudden, we plant one on each other….it was the first kiss of the rest of my life.
Since then, we have three kids, with the newest, Charlotte, being 2 years old, have a house together and getting married in the fall. I never believed in marriage, never wanted to get married, never thought marriage would work for me, until I met her. Sherrie is the love of my life, my everything. It’s to the point that I wouldn’t know what to do without her. I didn’t know that “slowing down” meant falling in love, but it did just that. I love her to the ends of the earth and back, and the family and life we created, and would ask for nothing back from before I met her.
And she still has a nice butt 🙂
“Wife-To-Be” was written by Chris Boyer.
Chris Boyer is an amateur photographer and project manager for a solar power installation company, National Energy Partners. He’s a loving father, Sherrie’s arm candy, longtime cohort to a one Josh Clarke and Anthony Previte, and just traded in Philadelphia for suburbia hell in Dirty Jerz. Check out his photography here: http://facebook.com/chrisboyerphotography