*Evil Grin*
*reads post from last night*
I got some.
Everyone is always talking about how in love John and I are. We are inseparable. We've tried, it don't work. I love him. He could beat me into a bloody pulp and tell me he hates me and never wants to see me again, and I would stalk him. (that won't happen) I could pick up a drug problem and fuck every boy in the world and tell him he's worthless and he would ask me what would make him worthy. (eww) We have this crazy relationship. People have that cutesy love, and sometimes we act cute too, but we could talk for hours about nothing. At the age of 15 John said it best. We were broke up at the time and we were sitting on my front porch, holding each other and holding hands (we were just friends we said, ha!!) and he and I were just looking at the trees. "we could grow old and just watch the trees grow," he said.
I had been in love one other time, and yeah, it was hard to lose him. I chose John over him. I came home. I couldn't lose my best friend. No matter how shitty things have gotten between us, I would choose him over anyone, even if the person treated me like a princess. John is my history. Other than family and Samantha, nobody has been a bigger part of my life for this long. He has seen me and accepted me at my very worse and my very best. I am not afraid to be nasty and rude around him. I am not afraid to be myself. That is love.
He is a great father. The best lover! A good husband. And he is a good man. He has his issues and I love every single one of them.
we will be married 5 years next month, and we have been together 10 years now.
I got some.
Everyone is always talking about how in love John and I are. We are inseparable. We've tried, it don't work. I love him. He could beat me into a bloody pulp and tell me he hates me and never wants to see me again, and I would stalk him. (that won't happen) I could pick up a drug problem and fuck every boy in the world and tell him he's worthless and he would ask me what would make him worthy. (eww) We have this crazy relationship. People have that cutesy love, and sometimes we act cute too, but we could talk for hours about nothing. At the age of 15 John said it best. We were broke up at the time and we were sitting on my front porch, holding each other and holding hands (we were just friends we said, ha!!) and he and I were just looking at the trees. "we could grow old and just watch the trees grow," he said.
I had been in love one other time, and yeah, it was hard to lose him. I chose John over him. I came home. I couldn't lose my best friend. No matter how shitty things have gotten between us, I would choose him over anyone, even if the person treated me like a princess. John is my history. Other than family and Samantha, nobody has been a bigger part of my life for this long. He has seen me and accepted me at my very worse and my very best. I am not afraid to be nasty and rude around him. I am not afraid to be myself. That is love.
He is a great father. The best lover! A good husband. And he is a good man. He has his issues and I love every single one of them.
we will be married 5 years next month, and we have been together 10 years now.