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  • Writer's pictureRachel L. Saxon

How I Met My Husband

Updated: Apr 11, 2021

The love story of my husband and I is one of my favorite stories to share because it is funny, beautiful and I hope helpful to people who are trying to find love or just curious about how someone may find their significant other. When I tell my story there are two versions, the long version and the short version. For the sake of my memory and to commemorate this day of Valentine’s Day/my birthday, I will share with you the long one.


I was in grad school and working two part-time jobs at Payless and Lane Bryant. Because of this I was not doing so well in one of my classes, as a matter of fact I was failing. The mid-term test I had taken in that class, I bombed. On the day of the test, driving to class I ran into the back of another car. I was looking over at something I had purchased in my passenger seat and I thought I was pressing the break, but I guess I wasn’t pressing it hard or fast enough because I ran into the back of a minivan. The minivan pulled over into a parking lot and I followed as I was crying uncontrollably. There was only a minor scratch to the car and no one was hurt, but I had never had an accident and running into the back of the minivan made such a loud pop that it scared the mess out of me. The driver and I exchanged information. He was trying to calm me down as his young son stood to the side looking at me like I was crazy for crying so much. I called the school and was transferred to my professor as I was trying to explain between my tears and sobs what happen and all I can remember is the professor saying “OK, I’m sorry that happened, get here when you can.” I can’t remember if the police came or not, but I do remember leaving and crying all the way to the school to take my mid-term or risk getting a zero. Of course, I failed it, so I knew I had to kick my study sessions into high gear in order to pass my final and bring my grade up to passing.

Every chance I had I was in the library studying and I sat in the same spot every time I went. I had an apartment of my own, but for me, the library was always a better atmosphere for me to study in. So on the day I met my husband, I went to the library late after work one Saturday to study for the final that I had to pass or I would flunk the course and be put on academic probation, but the same seat I always sat in to my surprise, someone was there. No one ever sat there. Mind you, the table has four chairs, the chair I always sat in they were sitting in it so I had to find another place to go study, unfortunately. I was not happy about this, but as I look back, them sitting at the table in the very seat I always sat in was a sign. I went around the library to find a new spot, somewhere quiet and cozy enough to get some good undisturbed studying in. I found a spot close to some bookshelves that seemed secluded enough, so I sat down and settled in facing the window as I always do, got all my material out and began my study session. Once I got comfortable, I could hear some rustling behind the bookshelves. Then they started unzipping a backpack, then their phone rang, he didn’t answer then the phone rang again and by this point I was too out done. I needed to study, I had to pass this test and I did not feel like getting up and looking for another spot. Right when I made up my mind to move, I heard the phone ring again and the person behind the bookshelf say “Ok, here I come.”

By this point I was so disgusted I said to myself, “When he comes around the corner, I am going to give him the ugliest look and roll my eyes.” I could hear him putting all of his stuff in his backpack, get up and start walking. I was ready, but as soon as this tall, dark, handsome studying on a Saturday, brother came around the corner, all I could muster out of my mouth with the biggest grin on my face is…”Hi”. He smiled back and said “Hi, how you doing?” and walked on by. I turned around and watched him walking away and he turned around and caught me looking at him, all I could do was bust out laughing. As I am laughing at myself out of pure embarrassment, next thing I know I felt a slight breeze and he was back at my table, pulled up a chair and was talking to me. He said, “What are you laughing at?” I couldn’t say a thing, I was literally speechless all I could do was smile and laugh at myself for getting caught gawking at this, what was to me, a fine specimen of a man, studying in the library on a Saturday night. He asked again with the biggest smile on his face, “What are you laughing at?” Again, I didn’t respond so he said, “If I call you, will you tell me what you were laughing at?” I nodded, yes, politely wrote my number down and he went on about his way. Like I said earlier, I was sitting to where I was facing the window and as he was leaving, he had the biggest grin on his face and was skipping down the sidewalk to his ride.

All of this took place on December 3, 2006. I know this because the next day was my mom’s birthday and my sister and I were taking her out. My sister and I were talking on the phone the same night I met Abraham. At the time I didn’t realize it, but he actually called me that same night. It was a number I did not recognize and plus at that time my sister was so my sister that she didn’t like for you to click over if you were on the phone with her so I didn’t answer and we didn’t get off of the phone until late, late that night so I had to go to bed wondering if that was the guy from the library. I wasn’t expecting him to actually call me the same day you know. The next day I went to my hometown of Terrell, TX took my mom out like we planned and while we were all in the car, heading back home, that same number from the night before called me again. I must have told my sister about the situation because I remember saying, “I think this is that guy I met yesterday.” She said “Answer it!” I answered and it was Abraham. We talked for a second, I let him know we were heading back from taking my mom out for her birthday, and I would call him on my way home. From that day forward, we have talked or been together everyday with the exception of one day and we have been married for 14 years. September 23, 2021 we will commemorate 15 years of marriage. And that is how I met my husband.

I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to share how you and your significant other met! I can’t wait to hear.

Thank you for your time!! TheRLSLife

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