It's Been Damn Near A Year...
And everything's changed. Everything. My life, my situation, my heart, my soul, my mind...everything's different. If you've followed things via Myspace or 360, then you know, but I suppose some of you don't. So allow me to elaborate. I made the transition from boyhood to manhood pretty quickly, and it doesn't really make sense that it happened to quickly, so don't try to make sense of it.
Back in January, I met a really awesome girl named Kim down here in London. She was a bit older than me, and actually had her life together. Plus she was pretty. In short, I was fairly certain that I didn't have a chance. I got scared because I liked her too much and ran away for a while. That was probably stupid at the time, but in retrospect it probably had to happen that way.
So I puttered around Richmond for the rest of the semester, being stupid and hanging out with people that I really didn't like doing things that I really didn't want to do. I felt empty, alone, socially retarded and yearning for something...more. I was starting to realize that I wasn't cut out for a care-free college life with nothing to live for aside from myself. I didn't have a clue what I needed, though.
I called Kim a few times between January and June, often having brief conversations that would end with some sort of arrangement to meet again for lunch or a movie or something, but I couldn't do it. I was a little bit screwed up in the head, and I figured I didn't have a real shot of keeping her anyway. I figured it was best to stay away.
Finally, on the day after my birthday (June 2) I got to best surprise ever. No one had really acknowledged my birthday, and I figured that it would be par for the course and my twenty-first birthday would pass with little fanfare. However, on that morning I got flowers from Kim. It didn't have to be flowers or anything, she was just the only person who really seemed to care. That night I came to her house, stayed until 3 in the morning and she and I have been inseparable since that night.
We fell in love, hard. Within a month we both knew that we were meant to be together and that we had something special, something that we'd never had before. Something that we wanted to keep forever. On July 22, she and I were sitting around the house and somehow marraige got mentioned. The next thing I knew, we were on our way to the library to find out if we could get married that night in Tennessee. It rained, though. We had to wait until Monday.
But on Monday, July 24th Kim and I were married. It was the happiest day of my life, and it remains a story book marraige. She, I, and our three children, my step children that I have fallen in love with as well. Then just a week ago, we found out that the five of us are going to become six come this september. She's having my child, I'm happy, and my life is something that I thought I would only read about; never something that I would want. But it turns out this is what I needed all along.
I'm going to write here more often.
Back in January, I met a really awesome girl named Kim down here in London. She was a bit older than me, and actually had her life together. Plus she was pretty. In short, I was fairly certain that I didn't have a chance. I got scared because I liked her too much and ran away for a while. That was probably stupid at the time, but in retrospect it probably had to happen that way.
So I puttered around Richmond for the rest of the semester, being stupid and hanging out with people that I really didn't like doing things that I really didn't want to do. I felt empty, alone, socially retarded and yearning for something...more. I was starting to realize that I wasn't cut out for a care-free college life with nothing to live for aside from myself. I didn't have a clue what I needed, though.
I called Kim a few times between January and June, often having brief conversations that would end with some sort of arrangement to meet again for lunch or a movie or something, but I couldn't do it. I was a little bit screwed up in the head, and I figured I didn't have a real shot of keeping her anyway. I figured it was best to stay away.
Finally, on the day after my birthday (June 2) I got to best surprise ever. No one had really acknowledged my birthday, and I figured that it would be par for the course and my twenty-first birthday would pass with little fanfare. However, on that morning I got flowers from Kim. It didn't have to be flowers or anything, she was just the only person who really seemed to care. That night I came to her house, stayed until 3 in the morning and she and I have been inseparable since that night.
We fell in love, hard. Within a month we both knew that we were meant to be together and that we had something special, something that we'd never had before. Something that we wanted to keep forever. On July 22, she and I were sitting around the house and somehow marraige got mentioned. The next thing I knew, we were on our way to the library to find out if we could get married that night in Tennessee. It rained, though. We had to wait until Monday.
But on Monday, July 24th Kim and I were married. It was the happiest day of my life, and it remains a story book marraige. She, I, and our three children, my step children that I have fallen in love with as well. Then just a week ago, we found out that the five of us are going to become six come this september. She's having my child, I'm happy, and my life is something that I thought I would only read about; never something that I would want. But it turns out this is what I needed all along.
I'm going to write here more often.