The Beginning.

The Beginning.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous creating my first blog post.  Not only writing it, but for other people to read it! I was unsure of where to start, but then I thought … what better place to start than the beginning? The beginning of me and Kallum Watkins! Before any weddings, babies or houses … when it was just the two of us. 
 
Kallum and I first exchanged messages over Facebook. My brother, Dave, made everyone laugh at his speech at my wedding when he said that I’d actually picked Kallum off the team sheet! Everyone laughed, assuming it was a joke! Well embarrassingly … it wasn’t! It’s true, haha!! 
 
It all started when my good friend Zak was signing for Leeds Rhinos. I had made a joke about the players and Googled 'Leeds Rhinos first team'. Quickly scanning through the website, I picked the best looking brown boy on the team – Kallum Watkins! 
 
I added him on Facebook, not really thinking much of it, and within the hour he’d slid into my DMs! We exchanged a few flirty messages. God, I SO wish I still had them to show you, I’d die of embarrassment! Anyway, after a couple of weeks of messaging, I received a final one from Kal telling me that he was giving things another shot with his ex-girlfriend and that he couldn't message me anymore. I thought that was the end right there. Gutted. 
 
A few months down the line, Zak told me that Kal had been asking about me at training and had said I had a nice arse on a picture he'd seen (thanks love!) It became apparent that things hadn't worked out with his ex and luckily for me - he'd just moved over to Leeds from Manchester.  At the time I had a Twitter account and Kallum followed me, so I obviously followed him back. The messages begun again and he asked me out on our first date. Nando’s of course! He actually wanted to take me to Piccolinos in Leeds, but I suggested Nando’s at Xscape instead! I’d done it to make me sound less expectant … but really, I was thinking if the date didn’t go to plan, it was only a fiver to ‘back door’ it in a cab! Come on – it’d have cost £45 from Leeds ha! 
 
The first date was amazing, I ordered the biggest glass of wine and the smallest wrap. I was too scared to eat. Kal brought the cutlery back to the table but he hadn’t got me any – he obviously assumed I’d eat a wrap with my hands. I snook off to the toilet with my phone to call Nichola, my best friend, and asked her what the etiquette was. Should I eat with my hands as he expects, or go get a knife and fork? Embarrasing, haha. Anyway, cutlery was the last thing on my mind as I
got very drunk, very quickly! 
 
Somehow, Zak, Nichola and my brother ended up crashing the date and we all ended up on a drunken night out in Wakefield, ending up in the Pie Shop … classy! 
 
Now I think back, we actually had an argument on our first date. Haha.  I’d forgot about that until just now!! He wanted to come home with me and I said ‘no’. He stormed off in a mood as I told him to get out of my taxi - wooops. Well how was I supposed to know I’d end up marrying him?? 
 
Surprisingly, we spent pretty much every single day together after that. I forgave him for being moody and told him that he’d have to wait 10 dates before he came home to my Mum’s, or anything happened between us! To this day I swear we waited 10 dates … but he claims it’s more like 5. 
 
So as time went on, I fell for Kal - HARD. It was more like an obsession at first. Everything about him excited me and if he'd have let me, I would have spent every second of every day with him. The rugby attracted me too. I mean, of course it did! I think any wife or girlfriend with a rugby playing partner feels the same. There is something so exciting about watching your man run on the pitch in his kit representing his team and thinking “yes, he’s mine” … but he wasn’t, not yet anyway. 
 
Things became turbulent. I was head over heels and thinking back, I probably came on too strong! I would message him and not get a reply for hours, sometimes days. He was far too casual for my liking. I used to go on a night out and call him 578999 times when I was drunk. To be
fair, he would do the same to me after he’d had a drink, but he just wasn’t as bothered when he was sober. I detected something was wrong and it wasn’t long before alarm bells started ringing - I was sure he was back in contact with his ex! And many other girls most likely. I didn’t even blame him, he was in the spotlight and was a young, up and coming, rugby league star that every girl in Leeds seemed to want.  Girls would send the most cringy messages to him, and let’s face it, he was a young, good looking sportsman. That must have been hard for him to handle. 
 
I left him to it. He left me to it. We went from hanging out every day and being the best of friends, to complete strangers. I thought about him every second of every day. I just felt like it was bad timing and I knew that he had been in quite a long and intense relationship before we met up. 
 
I would look for him on Facebook and would know that when he was seeing his ex - his profile would be deleted, and when he was single -  it would reappear. I don’t blame her at all for making him do that because even I knew that Kal was no angel back then, and after all, we were all young. 
 
I have never met Kallum’s ex girlfriend. I’m not even sure what she looks like. I’ve only ever seen a tiny picture from when I tried to stalk her when I was younger. I wanted to message her so many times and ask about their situation, but I never did. I used to feel bad at times, worrying in case mine and Kallum’s relationship overlapped with hers. If it did, I never knew about it. Kal would just cut me off, he would always choose her over me, she was his first love! 
 
I tried to push Kallum to the back of my mind and concentrate on work and my friends. One night, I got all dolled up and got in my car. I had started talking to an ex of mine and I was on my way to go on a night out with him and his friends. I got about half way there when I received a message from Kallum out of the blue! It was an essay so I pulled over to read it. He told me that no matter how much he tried to forget me, and no matter how much he didn’t want to be in another relationship until he was older, he couldn’t stop thinking of me. He apologized for hurting me. I felt angry, numb and relieved all at the same time. But at the end of the day – I loved him. I had fallen in love with him the first time I met him and I knew that I wanted him. I was willing to give things another go. 
 
We went from nothing, to everything, in a matter of days. The days turned into months, spending every night together! We’d go on days and nights out, watch endless amounts of films and speak about our future together. I ended up moving in with one of my friends who didn't live far from Kallum. This was much easier as it was a good 45 minute drive from my Mum’s to his, and she wouldn't let us share a bed together. We’d fall asleep in separate beds and wake up in the same one – getting us in trouble! Ha. I was embarrassed about the situation, so I moved out (soz Mama, love you). 
 
With us living just a few minutes around the corner, it meant that we were practically living together and everything moved really quickly.  I fell more in love with him every day. We spent so much time together! Everything was going perfect … until a bombshell was dropped
… 
 
(End of Part 1)