The Steven and Sharon Trainwreck Relationship 1998 – 2002
Sharon and I first met when we were in college and I’d known her as a friend of my sister, through the motorbike club. Little did I know, but she was a full back-patch biker, attending bike rallies and shows in the area. For me, I was a drinker, partier, and a womanizer and at that stage of life, I had to be honest with myself. Did I really want to be the single thirty-year-old guy still trying to pick up younger women? No I thought, so when I saw Sharon in the computer room at college doing her assessments, looking very beautiful indeed, it was show time.
A few weeks later, we had our first date and very quickly our relationship went into high gear. Within three months, we’d moved in together and it seemed like life was sweet. However, I’d ignored all of the good advice from my family and friends, and as it turned out, they were right. Our relationship went from bad to worse and in amongst the parties, nightclubbing and bike rallies, was a couple who loved each other, but just couldn’t get along. We had some huge rows with one of the worst coming within the first year.
My parents and my friends had been right and they always joked “so are you and Sharon on or off this week?” Sharon and I had moved in together too soon, so we thought we’d stay together as a couple, but live in separate houses. Sharon stayed at her flat and me and my best mate took a flat about 15 minutes away. In typical fashion, we made the flat our own and soon, it was a hub for our friends, bringing back some serious party time. It was good and we had a great time, meeting new friends and mucking around with old friends. Our parties became legendary.
However again, the constant weekend drinking began to wear on our relationship once again and before long, we were back living in Sharon’s flat. This time I felt like I just had to stick it out, but nothing had changed and nothing had been fixed. In fact, Sharon’s ex-husband had ramped up his pressure with solicitor’s letters and threats, bringing him and me into conflict. But the weekly solicitor’s letters were wearing us down and I asked myself the question, did I really need this. I knew that there were plenty of single women out there with no baggage, but I couldn’t get past the fact, that although Sharon and I argued and had that strained relationship, we genuinely loved each other.
In 2001, this disaster of a relationship drew to a close, when Sharon left me and our home and moved out. I’m sure most people in life could imagine how this felt and it wasn’t good. I’d actually found myself in a place where I’d begun going back out to nightclubs, but I couldn’t enjoy myself no matter how hard I tried and none of the women appealed to me. Drinking was also becoming a big issue. My thoughts were to enjoy my magic drink for forgetting, but this time, even whiskey wasn’t working. I missed her and unbeknown to me, she missed me too.
