The Mysterious Boyfriend Explained
So... this is only sort of an update, I guess.
You guys already know that I have been accepted to Sac State and will be receiving Financial Aid. You also know that I have this mysterious boyfriend that I mention but have never given too many details on. So... I suppose it's time for that.
Most of you probably know my boyfriend's name is Ray. I'm sure you've heard the name in some of my previous blogs, and some really old ones may not have been very favorable. So... this is the extremely condensed version of the story of me and Ray, with a little bit of background information on where I've lived during my life thrown in.
I live in Sacramento, California. I was born here, but I moved away before I even had memories of the place. I lived in the San Francisco Bay Area in a small town called Newark, which is near Fremont. Ray and his family also lived in Newark. From there, I moved to Modesto where Ray and his family had moved (hate that place, Modesto. It's awful) and then at 14 I moved in with my Mom in Sacramento, a couple blocks outside of Carmichael. I only spent three years here, but they were the best years of my life as far as how I felt about my friends and the city I lived in. I felt like this city really understood me, and it had my kind of people. Due to uncontrollable circumstances, I had to move back to Modesto for a while, but I never stopped thinking about coming home. Despite having spent less time in Sacramento than almost anywhere else I've lived, I always considered it home. While I was in Modesto, I began going to school in Stockton at Delta College because I hated Modesto so much that I didn't want to stay there for school. Eventually, I moved to Stockton, which was a NIGHTMARE. I lived in one of the worst areas in Stockton, and there were even some drive-by shootings while I lived there! After being accepted to Sac State and finally getting my financial aid paperwork in order, I've moved in with my (crazy) mom again in Antelope. Once I get my school money, though, Ray and I plan to get an apartment next to Sac State. I'm getting enough that I can pay six months in advance, so all we'll have to worry about are the small amount of bills we'll have, which my boyfriend can easily handle with his job.
Ray is VERY supportive of me going to school and isn't going to make me work during school as long as he has a job that can handle the bills. I've known him for almost my whole life, and we'll probably get married someday. Some of my friends (especially Tiara, heh) and even my family go so far as to call it the relationship everyone is jealous of. ...While we may be lucky in some ways, it certainly isn't all fun and games! But we fit well together. We compliment each other almost perfectly. I'm book-smart, he's street smart and a natural genius. I have NO common sense, he has more than enough for both of us. I'm terrible with money, he's pretty damn good with it. There are a lot of things like that that make us compatible.
Beware, semi-mushy information coming.
So, like I said, I've known my boyfriend, Ray, for as long as I can remember. I've been told that I was probably around eight when we officially met. My dad is his Dad's best friend, and now his brother is my step-sister's husband! We've been close for a long time, and he likes to say that he's been in love with me from the very start. He started chasing after me when I was 14 though, and the first time we dated, I was 15. However, like most 15 year olds, I wasn't nearly mature enough for a relationship that was so serious, and so even though he asked me to marry him, we broke up. We didn't really talk much for my last three years of high school. It wasn't until I moved back to Modesto that we met up again. Like I said, our parents are close, and they have almost always lived very close to each other. Well, he lived in the same apartment complex that we did. We dated again, and again, and broke up a whole lot. I wasn't all that much more mature at 18 or even 20 as I was when I was 15. I think we both had some things in life we needed to learn before we could ever really have a chance. When I moved to Stockton, I left him behind (that is a very long story) and we spent almost another year apart. It was the Fourth of July last year when my best friend Tiara and I, along with her boyfriend at the time, rented a motel room in Modesto to celebrate that we met up again. I was lonely, and I'd been thinking about things... I called him and he showed up - he's always been there for me. We started talking, and I told him that I had realized something - when everything went terribly wrong, no matter what I'd done to him or what we'd gone through, he was always there, no matter what. He'd drop anything and everything just to make me feel better. You don't find too many people like that in life. It wasn't too long after that that he moved in with me in Stockton. And he's here with me in Sacramento, trying his hardest to put up with my crazy Mom and her drug habits. We both look forward to moving out more than almost anything else, heh. Now, I know I've been pretty vague, and I'm not saying that I was the only cause of us breaking up so many times, but I'm finally wise enough to admit that I caused more than my fair share of trouble for us. When I was a kid, it scared me that someone could love me so much, but now that I'm a woman, I'm learning to appreciate it for what it is - a blessing. All the people around me have been telling me how lucky I am and how I should do whatever I can to hold on to this relationship, and it's only now that I'm finally understanding this to be true. When we get our own place, I think a lot of our troubles will go away. We're both well aware of the stress other people have put on us and our relationship, and also how much people have meddled into our business and tried, sometimes with success, to split us up.
As many times as we have dated, and even over the span of several years that we've been involved, this is the first time we've officially made it to a year. In my eyes, it marked a change for the better. A change, and a chance at that sort of relationship that lasts a lifetime. Regardless of what's happening with us now, I have a good feeling this time.
It just might turn out that he ends up marrying me after all. He's only been telling me he was going to someday since I was 14. XD
I've been wondering when the best time to tell this story would be, and tonight, it just seemed to want to come out. Of course, there is a LOT more to it. Having known each other for so long, how could there not be more to it? But this should be enough to understand.
Hopefully, that brings you all up to speed. Feel free to ask questions though, if you have them! I'm finally ready to answer questions about us!
You guys already know that I have been accepted to Sac State and will be receiving Financial Aid. You also know that I have this mysterious boyfriend that I mention but have never given too many details on. So... I suppose it's time for that.
Most of you probably know my boyfriend's name is Ray. I'm sure you've heard the name in some of my previous blogs, and some really old ones may not have been very favorable. So... this is the extremely condensed version of the story of me and Ray, with a little bit of background information on where I've lived during my life thrown in.
I live in Sacramento, California. I was born here, but I moved away before I even had memories of the place. I lived in the San Francisco Bay Area in a small town called Newark, which is near Fremont. Ray and his family also lived in Newark. From there, I moved to Modesto where Ray and his family had moved (hate that place, Modesto. It's awful) and then at 14 I moved in with my Mom in Sacramento, a couple blocks outside of Carmichael. I only spent three years here, but they were the best years of my life as far as how I felt about my friends and the city I lived in. I felt like this city really understood me, and it had my kind of people. Due to uncontrollable circumstances, I had to move back to Modesto for a while, but I never stopped thinking about coming home. Despite having spent less time in Sacramento than almost anywhere else I've lived, I always considered it home. While I was in Modesto, I began going to school in Stockton at Delta College because I hated Modesto so much that I didn't want to stay there for school. Eventually, I moved to Stockton, which was a NIGHTMARE. I lived in one of the worst areas in Stockton, and there were even some drive-by shootings while I lived there! After being accepted to Sac State and finally getting my financial aid paperwork in order, I've moved in with my (crazy) mom again in Antelope. Once I get my school money, though, Ray and I plan to get an apartment next to Sac State. I'm getting enough that I can pay six months in advance, so all we'll have to worry about are the small amount of bills we'll have, which my boyfriend can easily handle with his job.
Ray is VERY supportive of me going to school and isn't going to make me work during school as long as he has a job that can handle the bills. I've known him for almost my whole life, and we'll probably get married someday. Some of my friends (especially Tiara, heh) and even my family go so far as to call it the relationship everyone is jealous of. ...While we may be lucky in some ways, it certainly isn't all fun and games! But we fit well together. We compliment each other almost perfectly. I'm book-smart, he's street smart and a natural genius. I have NO common sense, he has more than enough for both of us. I'm terrible with money, he's pretty damn good with it. There are a lot of things like that that make us compatible.
Beware, semi-mushy information coming.
So, like I said, I've known my boyfriend, Ray, for as long as I can remember. I've been told that I was probably around eight when we officially met. My dad is his Dad's best friend, and now his brother is my step-sister's husband! We've been close for a long time, and he likes to say that he's been in love with me from the very start. He started chasing after me when I was 14 though, and the first time we dated, I was 15. However, like most 15 year olds, I wasn't nearly mature enough for a relationship that was so serious, and so even though he asked me to marry him, we broke up. We didn't really talk much for my last three years of high school. It wasn't until I moved back to Modesto that we met up again. Like I said, our parents are close, and they have almost always lived very close to each other. Well, he lived in the same apartment complex that we did. We dated again, and again, and broke up a whole lot. I wasn't all that much more mature at 18 or even 20 as I was when I was 15. I think we both had some things in life we needed to learn before we could ever really have a chance. When I moved to Stockton, I left him behind (that is a very long story) and we spent almost another year apart. It was the Fourth of July last year when my best friend Tiara and I, along with her boyfriend at the time, rented a motel room in Modesto to celebrate that we met up again. I was lonely, and I'd been thinking about things... I called him and he showed up - he's always been there for me. We started talking, and I told him that I had realized something - when everything went terribly wrong, no matter what I'd done to him or what we'd gone through, he was always there, no matter what. He'd drop anything and everything just to make me feel better. You don't find too many people like that in life. It wasn't too long after that that he moved in with me in Stockton. And he's here with me in Sacramento, trying his hardest to put up with my crazy Mom and her drug habits. We both look forward to moving out more than almost anything else, heh. Now, I know I've been pretty vague, and I'm not saying that I was the only cause of us breaking up so many times, but I'm finally wise enough to admit that I caused more than my fair share of trouble for us. When I was a kid, it scared me that someone could love me so much, but now that I'm a woman, I'm learning to appreciate it for what it is - a blessing. All the people around me have been telling me how lucky I am and how I should do whatever I can to hold on to this relationship, and it's only now that I'm finally understanding this to be true. When we get our own place, I think a lot of our troubles will go away. We're both well aware of the stress other people have put on us and our relationship, and also how much people have meddled into our business and tried, sometimes with success, to split us up.
As many times as we have dated, and even over the span of several years that we've been involved, this is the first time we've officially made it to a year. In my eyes, it marked a change for the better. A change, and a chance at that sort of relationship that lasts a lifetime. Regardless of what's happening with us now, I have a good feeling this time.
It just might turn out that he ends up marrying me after all. He's only been telling me he was going to someday since I was 14. XD
I've been wondering when the best time to tell this story would be, and tonight, it just seemed to want to come out. Of course, there is a LOT more to it. Having known each other for so long, how could there not be more to it? But this should be enough to understand.
Hopefully, that brings you all up to speed. Feel free to ask questions though, if you have them! I'm finally ready to answer questions about us!