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Christine Leeb--Speaker and Christian Family Coach specializing in Parenting and Child Discipline. Founder of Real Life Families --a non-profit organization building better families through free classes and resources. Mother to three awesome (and exhausting) children from whom she shamefully hides brownies. Wife to one patient (and polar-opposite) husband with whom she constantly quotes "Friends". www.RealLifeFamilies.org
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It was Day 3 of our honeymoon…dun…dun…dun! A day I will never forget. A day I learned what marriage was really about.
It was just three days after our big wedding, our “I Do’s,” our commitment to spend the rest of our lives together. For better or worse. In sickness and in health.
My husband had no idea how quickly I would bank on those vows!
Day 1 and Day 2 of our honeymoon were filled with splashes in the pool, walks along the beach, sunset watching, giant bike riding in the ocean, and seeing each other at our best–our sexiest outfits, our most agreeable moods, and our most fun and adventurous spirits.
On the evening of Day 2, we dined at a gorgeous beach side restaurant. We ate. We drank wine–all while gazing into each other’s eyes as the waves crashed on the shore nearby. It was so romantic. However, the next morning on day 3, I awoke to a gurgling stomach – churning – aching.
I knew that something was going to come out somewhere. It was just a matter of time. NOOOOOOOOOO! Not on my honeymoon!
I wanted to hide my pain. I wanted to pretend all was well so we could go snorkeling and continue being flirty and sexy and enjoying our fairy tale of love and romance and happiness and fun.
I was about to ruin it all with a reality check of “the runs.”
I couldn’t hide it any longer. I had to tell my husband of 3 days that I had the stomach bug. Every 20 minutes throughout the entire morning, I was running to the bathroom and then crawling back to bed. My sexy new spouse was right there. He was getting me sips of water. He was dabbing my sweaty head with a cool wash rag. He sat in a chair next to the bed as I groaned and complained – helping me – encouraging me – being there for me.
As the trips to the bathroom started winding down, all my strength and energy and modesty were gone. I simply quit putting my clothes back on. I quit caring that we were on our honeymoon. I quit caring that I was pooping every 20 minutes in our Honeymoon Suite right in front of my new forever man. I quit caring that I was a mess. I flopped over onto the bed falling face first into the pillows, and I hear my husband of less than 72 hour’s voice whisper to me….”Honey, you have some poop on your butt.”
And I thought I couldn’t feel worse. I didn’t care though. I couldn’t move. I just wanted to die of pain and now, of embarrassment. I was just lying there – hot, sweaty, stinky, naked – with poop on my sun-kissed butt.
Without saying another word, my brand new mate for life went into the bathroom, grabbed some toilet paper, sat next to me on the bed, and——-wiped my butt. Yes, he wiped my butt. Now that’s love!
This moment will forever be known as our “Welcome to Marriage Moment!”
I was mortified, but at the same time, I was given a gift. A gift to see that my husband was going to be there for me no matter what. That he was going to be someone I could laugh with, have romantic dinners with, walk on the beach with, and enjoy the good times with, but he was also going to be someone who would stay by my side when I was at my worst. And that’s what matters most in life and in marriage.
We still laugh together, even after almost 17 years of marriage, as we reflect on Day 3 of our honeymoon. We recognize how much Day 3 prepared us (especially for my husband) for what was to come. He has seen me even more vulnerable, at my most disgusting, at my very, very, very worst. He has been there for the birth via C-Section of our three children. He has been there for countless stomach bugs, flu bugs, cold bugs, and even depression bugs.
He’s been there–by my side–through it all.
It hasn’t been easy. We’ve even been near divorce, but I’m so thankful that we both have been able to move forward, press on, and persevere through some really rough times, tough conversations, and painful moments. We have both grown and allowed God to shape us into the individuals and into the couple that we are today. Through our struggles, we’ve gained strength, wisdom, trust, and confidence in ourselves and in each other. Our marriage gets stronger with every year…with every day.
Even now, on Day 6,052 of our marriage, the honeymoon is well over, but we continue to celebrate those moments throughout our lives that have brought us closer together – more committed to one another – forever. Best friends by each other’s side no matter what comes our way – poopy butts and all!
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Within each generation, a rising class of heroes arrives to champion the queer community. Fredy Alanis, a 19-year-old legend who hails from the Chicago suburbs, is one such hero — or he has become one, at least, to thousands of people on social media, who have eagerly spread his tale of how a fated interaction with a ten-inch penis landed him in the hospital.
According to Alanis, his airway was ruptured in January during a Grindr hookup, in which he “sucked a hulk-sized dick,” as he put it, and wound up in the ER. Radiating Big Dick Energy (which is more than a little ironic, I suppose), he then snapped a selfie from the hospital bed. Alanis didn’t post the now-legendary photo until July 5, seven months in which the world sat deprived of a story of true queer resilience.
Fredy Alanis, sharing his story on Twitter.
Alanis, now fully healed and able to give interviews over the phone, talked with them. about the experience of going viral on the internet and being inducted into the Gay Hall of Fame.
First of all, how did you meet this well-endowed man?
He’s my old neighbor who I found on Grindr. He’s, like, four years older than I am, so I knew who he was, but we never hung out or anything before.
What did it feel like when your airway ruptured?
After everything had happened, I felt it was just this soreness in my chest. Nothing really hurt that bad. I thought, maybe my chest is just sore from what took place, and I didn’t think anything of it. I woke up the next morning, and the pain was still in my chest and it was sharp. I was hunched over and crying.
Did you immediately tell the doctors what had happened?
No! Because afterwards I was kind of confused more than anything. When I went to the doctor, when they said there was a rupture in my airway, they said the only thing it could possibly be was last night.
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I didn’t tell them exactly what happened because my mom drove me to the hospital. I told my mom that the night before I was violently coughing. I had to pull something out of my ass really quick to cover it up. I was in the hospital for three days. I felt like, eventually, I had to tell the doctors exactly what happened to be treated the right way. It was January 3rd, so I was starting off the new year in the hospital.
Have you told your mom the details yet?
No. I haven’t told my mom. My post has made it to Facebook and I guess it’s circulating there, so it’s a matter of time. I have accepted the fact. I have to let them see it on their own.
They do. They just don’t know I’m a whore.
When did you post this story on Twitter?
I actually posted it three nights ago or four nights ago. It was, like, I was just making it as a joke about me to my friends who knew about it. I didn’t think a bunch of people would retweet it and like it. It blew up. It wasn’t my attention my intention at all.
The feedback has been nuts. I’ve gotten people, homophobic douchebags, messaging me and telling me to gas myself.
But besides that, I feel like everyone on Twitter has thought it’s funny. They say I’m iconic and a legend. They’ve said I’m their leader. They’re posting some crazy ass comments and honestly I’m just going along with it because I’ve never experienced anything like this before.
You are kind of legendary for this.
I am a huge inspiration. Don’t play too rough, though.
Tell me about your life, girl. What’s going on with you now?
Right now I’m driving from work because I’m a server. I work like five out of the seven days of the week living off my tips. Otherwise, if I’m not at work I’m in Chicago, going to the beach and hanging with friends. That’s it. Or I watch my reality TV shows. Literally all the Real Housewives. I watch Big Brother and those competition game shows. Anything on BRAVO.
I’ve actually seen him since then. I saw him two weeks ago, I’m not even going to lie. I told him what happened and since then when we decide to hook up or whatever he is a lot less rough. He’s more cautious and aware of what he’s doing. I don’t want to be in the hospital! He told me he felt so bad. He works in an ambulance so he’s pretty aware of the human body and what’s possible. I was texting him on my way to the hospital and I said my chest is really hurting and he said he hoped he didn’t cause it because he knows it’s possible.
I did not know this was medically possible.
The chances of it happening, and the fact that it happened is insane because the doctor told me getting the airway ruptured through oral intercourse is one in millions, maybe hundred millions.
Wig. You said you finished him off even after you knew something had happened. Is that true?
Yes. I wasn’t gonna stop. In the heat of the moment my will power willed me to continue. Stamina.
OK, so, I’m Hispanic. My dad was born in Mexico and my mom has said she’s, like, 25 percent Greek. But it’s always kind of been a Hispanic family.
How do you feel about Donald Trump ?
He’s a piece of shit. I want to slap the shit out of him. He’s running this country awfully and we look like a bunch of jackasses and fucking assholes because of the decisions he’s making.
What do you hope people get out of your story?
If you wanna go for it, go for it. Do whatever you wanna do don’t be intimidated by any size. In the long run, to me, it was worth it. And I would do it over again if the situation was the present. I would take the three days in the hospital. I couldn’t lift anything over ten pounds for month and a half, but it was a nice little vacation. Whenever I need another one I’ll just call him up.
This interview was barely edited for length.
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