Here we go...

Well May Long weekend 2005 I started to date my DH. We were both fresh out of highschool and he was planning on living in New Zealand for a year, once he had saved enough money. I convinced him that its better to have to say good bye then to never have known someone.

We fell in love, really quick. We both knew it. I loved it, he was terrified of it. We were on our way home from a road trip and he was all moody and quiet, I knew things were going to end soon. We broke up, and I pretty much lost my mind. Better to have loved and lost then never have loved before right? HELL NO. It hurt. I met a ex "friend" at a party and drank away my sorrows, among other dumb choices. Of course the next day my love heard everything that happened. And he was crushed. So we are at this point both emotional wrecks.

A week later we decided that it was dumb for both of us to be in pain and tried to get back together. I started getting phone calls from one of my good friend's little sister (two years younger) saying that me and DH were not back together and he's been saying abunch of stuff. Well he was in surgery and my dumb 18 year old self called... multiple times... and well being on a cell phone is not the best way to heal from an ear surgery. He laughed at me and told me they were crazy, then hung up. This girl just kept on calling.

So (soon to be) DH comes back and I did not want him anywhere near this girl. I was sooo jealous I could have locked him into a room and thrown away the key. I couldn't imagine him being near her when I was at work, I worked weekends and her married older sister was his BEST friend. I begged him to stay in every weekend and he complied as much as he could. Then the friends got involved... they were my friends, but appearently they liked him more. They would call me a bitch (true), crazy (true) and tell him that he should leave me (soooo not true). So of course, we break up again.

I was heartbroken, and self-destructive. I crashed my car, started taking muscle relaxants and stayed inside... all the time.

Mean while... Soon to be DH went to the doctor. Next thing I know we're both on anti biotics and I'm trying to be supportive to the little bitch who drove me insane as she gets tested for the same.

So that was it. Ever hear a friend say "No more Men!" ? Well I fed my bi-sexual side in a long term relationship (two-three years) with a woman. We're at the bar one night and DH's best friend comes up to me and tells me that bitch is pregnant. I laughed in his face and asked if they will be naming it New Zealand? He looked like he wanted to punch me, but I felt that evil satisfaction of revenge.

The Dh's mom got really sick. He called me and ask me to go for a drive with him. He bawled his eyes out to me. It broke my heart more then it already was. I wanted to hold him, and kiss him and tell him I would never leave, and that we would get through all of it together. But instead I asked why he wasn't telling Bitch. His mom died before she could see SD

We kept in touch, over the next two years. I was not "allowed" to hang out with him (my girl friend was really jealous of him). That relationship ended horribly as well. When I heard that him and BM broke up I tried not to allow my self the hope of anything. But he would call and we would watch movies, and talk. He became my best friend again. I went for training on my job and was gone for two and a half months. He would talk to me everyday and tell me how much he missed me. When I came home I moved in with him.

I have never loved anyone more then him, and I'm sure I never will. I am one of the luckiest people in the world. I found my soul mate and somehow managed to grow into a better person for him, and him for me. We got engaged in May and will be married in Sept 2010. Now we just have to figure out how to get our SD to be allowed to live with us.