Mine is no where as cute as any of these.
The guy I was with for six years was storybook material but he was very emotionally abusive so I will opt out of sharing that one.
Okay so when I was 14 my bf at that timem lived in what we call transitional housing. Something you're put in after juvy if your parents refuse to have you released to their cusotdy and I would go visit him there. One guy would let me in without providing I.d but I was always told by my bf not to come when the other supervisor was in for he was 'stricter' . We would still hang out when the cute beach bum looking super visor would be working but I was never formally introduced. I'd admire him from afar as it seems us girls do but for obvious reasons would never speak to him. Okay so fast forward six years and I'm twenty and living with these two alcoholic men. Both of which would opt for picking fights with me instead of each other but before it came to that we lived together without issue for a year. The first winter we lived together was great and anyway one day I was walking my dog and while hiding my face from the wind almost walk in to this guy whose smile seems so fimiliar. Random but whilst thinking about the fimiliarity I notice the WiFi names in the area and see "Kirk" and decide he must have been my sister's first boyfriend so I forget about him and don't see him again anyway. Forward to the time where my room mates get really in to the Booze and my friend who used to live in the houses next to mine gave her old neighbour of said houses to check up on me. His name was Mark and at the time he was halfway across the country for two weeks as the best man of his brothers wedding. during that period of time I didn't really have much of a support system and this sweetheart would keep me calm, promising to come help me deal with my move that was inevitable and sending me beautiful Vancouver scenery photos to keep my spirits up. It was all really sweet of someone whom I've never met. He gives me his Facebook but all of his pics are really pixelated so I still don't really know who he is. He comes home from bc and we hang out... Much to my surprise it's BEACH BUM! I leave minutes upon coming over to his house (he lives in 36 and I in 38) excusing myself as 'having to go do laundry at my mom's'. Now, remember when I said he said he would help me with my move? Well it came sooner than intended and he helped me pick out new furniter, he delivered and set it up for me
that night he slept over and we took turns with sleepovers every night until we moved in together and have been inseparable ever since. (:
The guy I was with for six years was storybook material but he was very emotionally abusive so I will opt out of sharing that one.
Okay so when I was 14 my bf at that timem lived in what we call transitional housing. Something you're put in after juvy if your parents refuse to have you released to their cusotdy and I would go visit him there. One guy would let me in without providing I.d but I was always told by my bf not to come when the other supervisor was in for he was 'stricter' . We would still hang out when the cute beach bum looking super visor would be working but I was never formally introduced. I'd admire him from afar as it seems us girls do but for obvious reasons would never speak to him. Okay so fast forward six years and I'm twenty and living with these two alcoholic men. Both of which would opt for picking fights with me instead of each other but before it came to that we lived together without issue for a year. The first winter we lived together was great and anyway one day I was walking my dog and while hiding my face from the wind almost walk in to this guy whose smile seems so fimiliar. Random but whilst thinking about the fimiliarity I notice the WiFi names in the area and see "Kirk" and decide he must have been my sister's first boyfriend so I forget about him and don't see him again anyway. Forward to the time where my room mates get really in to the Booze and my friend who used to live in the houses next to mine gave her old neighbour of said houses to check up on me. His name was Mark and at the time he was halfway across the country for two weeks as the best man of his brothers wedding. during that period of time I didn't really have much of a support system and this sweetheart would keep me calm, promising to come help me deal with my move that was inevitable and sending me beautiful Vancouver scenery photos to keep my spirits up. It was all really sweet of someone whom I've never met. He gives me his Facebook but all of his pics are really pixelated so I still don't really know who he is. He comes home from bc and we hang out... Much to my surprise it's BEACH BUM! I leave minutes upon coming over to his house (he lives in 36 and I in 38) excusing myself as 'having to go do laundry at my mom's'. Now, remember when I said he said he would help me with my move? Well it came sooner than intended and he helped me pick out new furniter, he delivered and set it up for me
that night he slept over and we took turns with sleepovers every night until we moved in together and have been inseparable ever since. (: