I grew up a product of a man and woman who got married because they were pregnant, infact, my parents wedding date is 4 days before I was born. That man and woman, my parents, divorced after three children and many years of abuse. He grew up with a dad. His mother left when he turned 2 with another guy. I grew up invisioning a perfect, happy family I would have one day. He grew up having anger towards women since his mother was never around. We have been together for quite a few years, still trying to blend our two lives together. Some days with sucess and some without.
Before M and I got together, I had one serious relationship, and only a slight handful of dates with a few other guys. M on the other hand, had one or two serious relationships, but many, many flings. I was a little more conservative than your average teenage gal, he was your typical teenage guy.
M and I were friends for awhile, we would talk despite him having a girlfriend. We would have late night conversations on the phone with the girlfriend sleeping in the next room. We never did anything sexually while he was with them. I was to good for that. I even dated a few guys during that time. He later told me he was pretty jealous when I dated them, because he wanted to be with me, but wasn't ready to "settle down", just yet. M decided to move to L@s Vegas with his cousin right after we started offically dating. He came back after a year and we have been living together since.
Although our relationship is not your average fairytale, it's apparently "the normal", because what I have invisioned, doesn't exsist "in the real world". So I'm told.
Next Thursday, I will talk about being away from each other for a year. The good, the bad, and the down right ugly.
Please keep me in your thoughts and prayer, yet again around lunch time, for my appointment with the new doctor. I think I need to fill out the new patient information they mailed me a month ago and shave the lady parts (ugh, okay, and the legs too, I suppose!) before I go.