I will not pretend to have an ability to write. I will not pretend to have any great insight or jaw dropping stories to tell... to be quite honest my life is no more crazy than anyone elses, but it is mine.

How about a rambling revolving around my love life....

The first man I truly loved was my highschool boyfriend. Introduced when I was just 16, we were inseperable... well when I wasnt in school and he wasn't working one of his two jobs. That was how life was for almost 5 years. I graduated and went to college, while working full time and he finished up school <college of course> while working 40 a week. I lived in several apartments with several roomates and he lived at home... where he was all too comfortable. Five years came and went just that way.... I decided to push us forward.... moving in... next logical step right?

 

Well his catholic mommy and daddy <both fantastic, caring, and generous people i assure you> were not about to let me, a moral-less agnostic, co-habitate with their virginal son <seriously he was a virgin when I met him, though definately wasn't by this time> and dash their catholic family heritage. So... i gave in. I didn't not want to be the thing that caused a rift in their oh so close nit family. So... I let it go. He did move out for the first time however... a step I take credit for. SO now what? I was afraid we had no where to go... started getting antsy.... I wanted to progress <at age 20/21 life was all about how fast you could get to the finish line>

 

Low and behold just as I was ready to call it quits , for fear he would never move forward, he proposed. Now i am not going to romantisize how this came to be but it is in all honest a truely cute moment.....

That I shall share next time